Because Not Everything Fits Perfectly Together
Tears are the blood from the heart,
They are clear because they show everything.
You’ve bottled it up for so long,
And it must come out.
You cant die from a broken heart,
You only wish you did,
Because everything you lived for,
Is now broken.
Inside and out,
You feel the worst,
You have to contain it,
I’m not going to rhyme this poem,
Because not everything fits perfectly together.
It may not have a flow,
But the meaning is deeper than you’ll know.