When Heart has Turned to Pieces..

A heart, can’t be controlled
A heart, can’t be forced to do something what it doesn’t like
A heart, is free
A heart, is granted a free-will
A heart, works by its own, that even you can’t tell it what to do
A heart, once it’s broken, it STAYS broken
A heart, can’t never mend when it’s in pieces
My heart, is already torn apart
My heart, is already dead on the floor
My next move, is to live with it

Though… someone told me that I need somebody in my life for accompany and so, to ease the burdens that I have to carry on my shoulders..

And eventually, I have decided that..

My next move, is to find someone who wants to live with my pieces of a broken heart.. Someone who intends to lighten, not to add anymore pains and scars..

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