Poetry

Hearts are meant to be broken
Like rules are meant to be broken
And if rules are meant to be broken
Why doesn’t anybody break this rule
That hearts are meant to be broken.

Everybody has a broken heart
Decorated like a beautiful craft
Craft gets broken when it falls
Have you seen a heart bouncing like a ball?

In a world full of broken hearts
Each one tries to hide its torn part
They hide and hide and it goes on
This world is full of thorns.

One day as a spark
Something ignites a broken heart
Like a reincarnation
This world is again full of inspiration.