Heart to Heart Conversation.

I sit one time with my heart on a table round and I saw him sad
So I asked him why I see these wounds so deep and why he feels bad

He kept silent and beat weakly; I could find the shame in his beat
I could see his blood spreading on the table chair running at my feet

For a moment I understood, and tried to touch him with my hand
But he fear me, he have been through a lot, I can understand

He was shaking like a flower in a windy day of winter
He was painted with scars, and covered with splinters

I did not know what to do at this moment I was shocked
He was a lonely heart, with a door that is always locked

I wanted to cry, but what tears can help me here
Suddenly felt empty, overwhelmed by that fear

Life guys, sometimes is just sitting on that table
To do something to help your heart, you are not able

All you can do is count the shattered pieces of your heart
You cannot stop this, my friends, no matter how you are smart

Count the pieces and the lines life draw on his warm walls
Piece by piece you feel it hit the ground shattering and fall