Crushed by boys and men
Weathered away by cancer
Ripped open by death
Still it keeps beating
Seemingly impossible
With all of it’s wounds
A pulsing rhythm
Punctuated by sharp pains
Understandable
What keeps me living
Sometimes I wish it wouldn’t
But I have no say
So I stay alive
Feeling blood pump through my veins
And yet I wonder
Oh how can that be?
How can my heart support me
When it is broken?
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 12:41 PM UTC
Crushed by boys and men
Weathered away by cancer
Ripped open by death
Still it keeps beating
Seemingly impossible
With all of it’s wounds
A pulsing rhythm
Punctuated by sharp pains
Understandable
What keeps me living
Sometimes I wish it wouldn’t
But I have no say
So I stay alive
Feeling blood pump through my veins
And yet I wonder
Oh how can that be?
How can my heart support me
When it is broken?
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