Everybodys' heart has been broken at least once;
I am sure it was of those who took chance,
its better to live with a broken heart;
rather than waiting for something to start.

Heart ain't a glass to replace when it breaks;
its something made of feelings it takes,
its a corner to submit all feelings;
some play with it and some save it like diamond rings.

I wish I could get two hearts;
'cause mine is broken into many parts,
I didn't bleed when it was shattered;
few tears were out but for no one it mattered.

There is no market where hearts are mend;
it will still have a scar no matter how much you spend,
its something that runs with feelings not material things;
people play with it but can't heal the pain it brings.

Heart is heart, it was made to be broken;
and people leave it unspoken,
oh, its a tragedy and it kills no end;
whole life goes searching a chance for it to mend.

© Shreya ♥