Blow the dust off.
Particles that have long set.
Underneath, they reveal crumbs
Heartbroken like fair Juliet.
Oh, those many crushed hearts.
All the stress and pain it took,
To crush all of them to tiny parts.
Tiny, shattered bleeding pieces,
Of a heart no longer pumping.
All the blood and love leaking,
No beating and no pulsing.
Cracked under the pressure,
From betrayal and rejection.
Still beautiful though broken,
Beaten by passion’s subjection.
A hug to reassemble it.
Warm kisses will work as glue.
After some tender love and care,
Crushed hearts can be made anew.
Originally Written on September 19, 2016