When I reached the ‘h’ section of the dictionary
I came across a familiar word – ‘heart’
It was a word I used very often
In speech. In proses. In poetry
But then why did it look so different?
The word seemed more like two than one
My heart seemed more like one than two
– ‘He’ and ‘Art’
If our heart is a piece of art,
Then who is the ‘he’ that had created it?
To answer this question, our heart must be whole
The word joined back together
But the ‘h’ like hopes ran in a circle
In the end, creating ‘earth’
Oh, because of our hopes
Our heart must return to the earth
So here goes the question
Is our heart a broken earth
Or is the earth just a broken heart?
