This soft heart I say, can feel like a curse,
For all the times it soaks up the hate, oh, how it hurts!
As with each tear that I shed,
It all feels heavy, heavy like lead,
Till the floodgates burst forth in a verse.
And I must tell you,
A soft heart is like a sponge, it takes every cut,
An open heart: a vibrant marketplace; so never to shut!
But it was once vibrant and bright,
Now it feels so dilapidated from fight,
Yet still it beats on, as a true work of art.
