My Heart;
My heart is like any other heart,
It can heal, and be torn apart.
It can be smiling and it can be sore,
As long as it has something to beat for.
If it is loved, it feels joy,
Drawn towards the heart of a boy.
If it is hated, it doesn’t want to feel,
It rejects emotions, sees them as unreal.
But if my heart is loveless,
It beats no more, no less.
If it has been torn so many times,
Been the victim of too many crimes.
If it is too hurt, too sore,
It beats no more.
So don’t hurt my heart,
Don’t mistreat and tear it apart.
Love it, and love it more,
Let it know what it beats for.
