Dear little heart,
They never asked, I know, if you wanted to beat
if you wanted to grow…
They never let you choose the parents, sex, or color
the country you should live in
and why it all should matter.
They never start by saying that everything will hurt
that hearts do often fall
and everything gets lost.
That there will come a time when love will blind the mind
that you will trust some other hearts
and be the one who’s left behind.
That willingly you’ll break yourself in infinite pieces
that there’s enough of you to give to those in need
That there will come a time when all you’ll have is… you
that you will have to trust that it will pass
and, maybe, you’ll get through.