A Heart
A heart can be whole
A heart can be half
A heart can be torn
A heart can be sewed
A heart can bleed
Or it can stand still
If the heart does not move
Then you are dead
A heart can be porcelain
Or it can be stone
People who are mean have stone hearts
People who care have porcelain
Imagine having a porcelain heart
And losing someone you love
Your heart is now broken into a million pieces.
Will it ever be put together again?
A heart can be half
A heart can be torn
A heart can be sewed
A heart can bleed
Or it can stand still
If the heart does not move
Then you are dead
A heart can be porcelain
Or it can be stone
People who are mean have stone hearts
People who care have porcelain
Imagine having a porcelain heart
And losing someone you love
Your heart is now broken into a million pieces.
Will it ever be put together again?
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This was written on September 10, 2009, 6 days before the anniversary of my grandmother’s death. My heart was porcelain and it broke. My heart will never be the same again.