The heartless are partless
In part due to artless
Ripping and roaring and tearing and squaring
The world in a way that bearing
Your heart is swearing
Away your right to it.
But if you can’t lose yours then you’re not fit
To have a heart or ever get
Another one that’s lived and lit
A person from the inside.
Some know the risks and they decide
To live their fear and go and hide
Their hearts from something more.
What will you do with yours?