My heart bleeds...
I can feel it cry
As blood gushed out of it.
Yet, it never ends ,
Can you hear it's plea?

For as the waves of the oceans move without coordination,
Like the stallion ,
Who cares nothing about its master's exhibition,
Or the sun radiating light unto the earth without permission,
And the wind relocating plants without compassion,
So was my heart,
A heart as free as a dart in the air,
But why does...