The Last of the Broken Hearts
A/N: This is a poem of the melancholy doctor with a heart of glass, Hatori Sohma. I was inspired to write just recently. Enjoy, read and review.
Cold as snow, Tight as a drum.
My heart won't ever go on.
Lovely as she is, she's harder to get over.
Cause love can be warm and consoling,
Or give you the cold shoulder.
I've done it times before.
But it doesn't feel the same anymore,
I do it, and the cold envelops me.
I feel sad, depressed and sickly.
After her, I CAN'T love again,
And I WON'T, because of what happened then.
They start and end with me,
My curse to bare,
So, they can be free.
I free them of their pain,
So they're relieved,
And don't go insane,
And then they leave.
It ends with me
Their pain is mine,
But I don't have to, you see.
I just keep it, because someone's gotta,
Keep track of time.
But I will stay alone without anyone
With all of its very broken parts.
That's what I get for loving someone,
Because I am the last of the broken hearts.
Author's Note: When he says "The Last of the Broken Hearts" he doesn't REALLY mean being Broken Hearted, and being the last one to experience it. It is more from the perspective of The last one to know of your broken heart, and to keep your memories, your broken heart.
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