By the loud cracking sound of her heart
She felt the organ splintered apart
Unwanted love gave her restless sleep
None of all was intended to keep

She thought if she would persevere
And hold on without chilling fear
Undauntedness would be enough
To have had returned equal love

But fate drew its own whimsical course
Genuine love is not to enforce
Wanting what’s hopeless would be in vain
She would never be the same again

She tried to hide her ugly scars
Not behind sharp thistles or bars
But to mask it with stunning art
On the edge of her damaged heart