A heart is only alive
with a beat and blood.
So why do some say,
that love keeps us alive?
We need air, to keep us strong.
To keep one alive.
What happens,
when a heart is broken?
When blood becomes drained,
making one quesy.
What happens when the beat is gone?
What becomes of that stranger?
What becomes of me?
What becomes of that love?
Where does it go?
What happens to those two hearts?
Are they deattached?
Or are they simply broken,
shattered to pieces?
When the tears fall,
do you run away,
or chase after your loved one?
Do you cry out for help,
or suffer the pain alone?
Do you try to cover up,
by smiling,
by moving on?
A heart is only dead,
when it's been put into pieces.
Broken.
When it has become empty.
Your heart is cold, cruel.
Are you dead inside now?
Or is that just me?