Everyone runs to me
broken heart in hand,
tear-stained cheeks,
"Can you fix this?"
For I am a conversation heart.
Full of love and
things to say,
printed with a message
special for you.
Talk to me,
open up to me,
and you will be put together again.
But
everyone seems to forget
every conversation
breaks my heart a little bit more.
I'm always there,
taken for granted.
After all,
who likes conversation hearts anyways?
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Emotion
PoetryThe words that die on my tongue bloom on paper. My mind is the quill, and my tears are the ink. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING COVER ART BELONGS TO: @Sarahishamiltontrash
