You just
walk around
With a
broken heart
You go
shopping
You drink
coffee
With a
broken heart
Foot take
you to work
Hands get
you through tasks
The head is
still there
But your
heart is a shard.
Keep breathing.
Skip a beat
or two.
Keep smiling
As the pain
pierces through
The clock doesn’t
stop
And nobody
cares
They’ve all
had their hearts
Stepped on.
And repaired.
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