Heart...

This is the story of a heart
It can be anyone’s part
you, me or the other person
Over there, you see

It craves attention and affection
Else it has permanent alterations
it is made of flesh and blood
but once a mark is made
everything is only a façade

You whisper lovely words
your spirits will soar high as birds
you shout and curse
nothing can cure it
not even a god damned nurse

You can never make it strong
If you say, you did,
You are definitely wrong

No matter how guarded it is
there is always a pin
that will rip its peace

Now tell me you have heart
but never bothered what it heard
it never pained or soared high
it was never affected by the words
spoken to you, by someone you cared???