This is one of my not so happy poems, but I thought I would share it with you anyway! Haha enjoy? :)
My Heart's Story
Crack my ribs open and pull out my heart;
It's torn and it's broken, and it's falling apart.
It needs a few stitches from a firm gental hand,
to mend it and help it to beat right again.
Right now it's not perfect; or close to at that,
I can feel that it's slipping... It's fading out fast.
My heart just need someone to help it beat right,
All on it's own it doesn't put up a fight.
It won't fight for love, it won't fight for emotion,
But someday it will because of someones devotion
To help me grow stronger and to help me fight back,
At the fear of rejection or the courage I lack.
For now it beats weakly inside of my chest,
To endure through the hardest of time's brutal test.