In the darkness,
Of the heart,
You will see it,
Fall apart.
Tender and sweet,
Not really the best,
A little bit messed up,
And a little bit blessed,
Smashed into a thousand pieces,
Scattered all over the floor,
Waiting and waiting,
For the person it is made for.
Heart beating away,
As if it were in a race,
Running to find,
It's unknown desired place.
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