The heart is a delicate thing,
With the brain, they go hand in hand.
So scarred now you cannot sing,
Memories building up like sand.
Life takes its toll on you,
The black hole in your heart grows.
Eliminating every joy you ever knew,
This, the heart already knows.
Grab a needle and a thread,
Patch up the dark, gaping hole.
Retire your heart to bed,
Smooth the rough edges of your soul.
May you ever stay strong, yet fragile, heart.
Of me, you will always be the most important part.