Whose heart is that? I think I know.

Its owner is quite sad though. 

It's really a tale of distress.

I watch her frown. I cry hello.

She gives her heart a shake.

And sobs before the tears make.

The only other sound's break.

Of distance waves and the birds awake.

The heart is broken, torn and deep.

But she promises to keep.

Until then she shall not sleep.

She lies in bed with ducts that weep.

She rises from her bitter bed.

With thoughts of sadness in her head.

She idolises being dead.

Facing the day with never ending dread


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