Broken Heart Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

Broken Heart

Side by side hearts twixt deride,
Anxiety dashes our hearts into glasses.
It is but ain't conscience in the fight.
But the flappy wings of sight or lashes
Everyone wants to narrate his heart break,
And none knows well much how he could;
I, I will upon the mound tell mine w'out brake
Whether the world whole shan't allude,
And my broken glasses shall by own self,
Collect and hinder it behind a dark scene.
And I know how each man's heart a shelf
Of worries yonder beyond climate serene.
Broken heart is never a hat any Tom Dick
Can easily mend with skills most learn'd
For a broken heart is a scattered fragile beak,
That ne'er by some bulge whooper can earn.
Broken heart is never, it is never gathered
And sewn; well fitted into pre-shattered.