The Heart in peices
The heart composed of ventricles and flaps to help send blood throughout the body well that's the physical heart, the spiritual heart, the one most hurt, is comprised of feelings, people that you love, small portions of what you love to do sewn together with a thin piece of string. The spiritual heart merely a collage of the things that matter most glued together with cheap dollar glue. The more you hurt or broken hearted the glue loosens and the strings stretch, pieces begin to fall like brightly colored leaves in the Autumn and all you're left with is "what use to be's", sticky spot and tied up messed up knots. Who will fix it? The spiritual heart, now just a small piece left. No more of the "good" things remain or so you thought. That small often forgotten piece, the last resort when it should have been the first. JESUS. He was a small piece quickly left in the haste of life. That was always there and the only thing to be left when all else is gone. The heart is now just glue and strings of the past. The Piece if acknowledged first would have been the glue, the tape, and the string connecting it all and if another piece were to fall, it would return it stronger and better than before. Giving the heart strength to open it's door to more something that only The Forgotten Piece could do.
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