Random…


Heart is a mystery,
Prone to sorcery,
Made of flesh, full of emotions,
Jumps with joy, prey to commotions.

When it falls for someone,
It elevates to a height,
When someone crashes it,
Boils with emotional fight.

It breaks into pieces,
Can be mended to sustain,
But don’t make it a toy,
Take its care and stay sane.

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