I Believe the heart is in the mind, but I still cross it on my chest.
Have you really felt it brake? you shiver as the two split parts scraping down with all the edgy sides comes down in pieces, Its not the best of feelings.
A broken glass can be mended at an instance, but a broken heart...
it stays pending, almost forever.
The pieces are like seeds, they grow and grow.
They become this better heart, covered in steel, shielded from harm.
Give it time and it will fall in love again, opening its metal doors to share its source again,
but the heart is not made of steel or metal, it is nothing but the mind made of chemicals.
It is cut again, the feeling is mutual, but the pain is not the way i felt it before.
Now, was like before, but now i feel nothing. No love.
