Heart hurt
The secret they don't tell you.

You're heart can hurt and will hurt.
Inside your body cracked, still beating

Broken heart
Hardly working when you need it to

Can only pump blood
If it tries to pump love it could die

Stupid heart
Trying to love what it can't have

Knowing the more it tries to let go, the more it yearns
Then a soul she felt, like a blanket

Not a perfect blanket but a warm one
A blanket that covered her fear
So comfortable it made her want to get out of bed and fight for a better day

Not a perfect blanket but a beautiful one
Woven with its own distinct pattern and colors
So unique it made her start to fight for her passions

She doesn't need the blanket, but she wants it