A heart was created
With a lump of muscles
and lots of blood.

Arteries defining pure
and veins reminding impure.
Packed with emotions, feelings
and a pain you can’t cure.

The heart wasn’t gifted a brain,
so it makes decisions with emotions.
The way I feel is genuine
but often deceived.
A kindness I shower
and hatred received.

It’s neither a mirror
but breaks to thousand pieces
Nor a paper
but shreds
with unforgettable emotions
and painful memory lanes.

It has been cheated & remain depressed
for ages now
But the miracle lies in its creation.
In a small hope
I still stay
for my heart to heal
and all the pains shall pass away.