My Heart Poem by Nitijita Mishra

My heart has become a black box,
Having a mass of cold blood within..
Rushing here and there,
Without the tinge of any emotions..

Sometimes it becomes still,
Expecting to rest a while..
As it has suffered a lot,
For its beats and your smile..

There was a time,
When my small heart knew no boundaries..
It just embraced all your love,
With utmost care and sincerity..

My heart is now shrieked,
Shading all its love..
Now it lives in an unknown fear..
Someone may come and rip it apart,
And that someone may become you..