This heart is not an organ
But it does play a song
The beat, it’s pulse
Was the rhythm all along

This heart is not fragile
It will not shatter nor break
It can endure burns and ice
Any other is a fake

This heart is not strong
But neither is it weak
It shrinks in rejection
But grows in defeat

This heart is rebellious
It doesn’t follow orders
It has it’s own mind
Causing grief to it’s owner

This heart is a mystery
That none can anticipate
One moment it adores
The next nothing but hate

This heart is complex
It cannot be defined
But one thing is for sure…

It is not only mine.