The Heart Poem by Crystal Piatt

The blood runs through, red and thick,
veins crossing through the body like a maze,
they all connect to each other with a click.
Too much blood flows from it, and you're in a daze.

Hot with love, cold with fear,
So many feelings mixed, like a work of art.
It keeps you alive by working like a gear,
the very beating of your precious heart.
February,2009