Heart Strings

The heart is truly our weakest organ
A tug to the left or right and we're done
It can be broken by words and actions
And a broken one always hinders attraction
There are emotionally driven folks around
Who go unnoticed, cos they don't make a sound
Cos thinking with one's heart is perceived as weak
Even though it's empathy or acceptance they seek
The heart understands things the mind cannot
But it misinterprets thing more often than not
Love is one of those things, it's a thing of the past
And now friendships and relationships don't last
A heart is overshadowed by unusual cruelty now
People are ostracized and hurt, but they never bow
They're treated blindly and aren't taken seriously
The cruel just keep feeding on the pain deliriously
But even the seemingly heartless feel the pain
Even their hearts silently drive them insane
Somehow they manage it and it doesn't show
They bottle it up, embrace it and let it go
Not ever one can do that though and that's a fact
And the struggle will show no matter the act
So take note of the joy and the pain it could bring
Playing with someone's heart is never a good thing  

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