heart

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [deja]

I will die for my Heart.
I will cry for my Heart.
My Heart is the most important thing to me.
It feels like a gun just shot through

My Heart and had no shame or feeling.
And, I’m just standing there thinking Why?
All you can see is a hole.

All you can feel is pain.
All you can see is blank.
All you can feel is blood.

Your sister is worried,
And your mother is scared.

My sister and mother didn’t have
A brother or son
Anymore, and that is the Heart.

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