My Heart
A heart pumps blood, that’s easy enough to know
It does everything to help keep you intact
But what happens when the blood will not go
How is a person supposed to react?
I know my heart does everything for me
That doesn’t need to be shouted out loud
But when can this turn into being about me?
Am I not a part of this system and crowd?
It’s funny how easily my life could crumble
Once my blood supply get cut
Or when my heart threatens to stumble
And watch my door shut
1 year ago • Notes