Been run over, walked over, crushed over
Bit by bit losing its original shape and form
No longer pumping warm blood
But a cold dark liquid frozen
On the empty street
Soon it will heal on its own
Every time it does.
To be pampered again,
Tickled by tender touch
Fooled by false promises
And then when least expected,
Once again,
To be crushed
A curiuous thing the heart is
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Nurtured by kindness
Crushed by fate
Like a phoenix it rises
From the ashes of cold loneliness
Ever hoping, ever yearning
To fall in love once again