When hearts break...
They don't make a sound.
The silence is a reaping.
It is the mouth that wails instead.
It is the soul shaking and screaming.
When hearts break,
The shattering is invisible
Yet we wear it upon our face-
The dull ache left without light;
The skin tinted in grey.
When hearts break,
It is often in a womb of desolation
an eating away at the insides....
When hearts break.
We are viscerally stronger than we seem to be,
Baring such a wake into death.
Times and times over,
Betrayed aren't we?
When hearts break...
and silence is kept.
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