Heart--
I make you fall in love.
I'm fragile, I may break easily.
You have to put me in the right hands.
Sometimes my owner just wants to rip me out off their chest because I make them hurt;
I really don't mean to.
I'm a fraying string.
I'm crying like the sky does on a drowsy day.
Mourning, mesmerizing memories move me; bitterly breaking she.
I weep; I'm sorry.
Soon I'll be better, no more sickness. I'll shine and I'll build more strength to get you through the next break of me.