A pin poked my heart,
In the shape of words,
And all night made me grunt,
My heart broke as a house of cards.
The heart oozed jots of blood,
Which does has an effect,
The chest had a terrible flood,
For the words, I couldn’t neglect.
Of use, the words were little to me,
But still, it had me to cry.
The heart groaned in terribly
Without a tear to dry.