Heartless,
She starts
Her journey
Creating a heart
For herself
With pieces
From each soul
She encounters
She passes,
Leaving broken things
Behind her
In frantic search
For another piece
To attach to
A growing heartbeat
A little piece of sadness
A little piece of joy
A little piece of every being
That crossed her unlevelled path
She moves on
Leaving torn things
Behind her
Fearing to look back
At the bloody mess
She labours on
The warm treasure
Pulsing in her arms
A little piece of madness
A little piece of sanity
A little piece of every man
That stopped to ask her name
Soon she has
A heart of her own
Woven from lives
That touched her soul
Fitting it,
Her chest feels warm
Loving its
Strange occupant
Making it feel at home
But she had been left
All alone
For all those who
Ever mattered
Were just pieces
Of her heart.
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