Broken Heart

She was keen to know, to hate, and to love

She is more weathered and scary.

Cold rains flood the pale fields of April,

And the springtime has the dietary.

She couldn't stop thinking about him

It was just so rough and hard,

Never had she known anything so bare,

She glanced at her own reflection.

The fuzzy winds hid the harsh hills

One afternoon she stepped outside,

A wild figure shocked her,

She cannot help but stop and look at him.

Does the overshadowed figure enchants her, Does it?

She looked back, A broken heart however hard it tries,

Will always be broken.

Are you upset?

She mourns, at his heartbeats

He walked away with the adorned heart

Or was it, perhaps a broken heart.