Handle with Care

Out she plucked her heart,

and aimed it with a dart.

and left her

like an abandoned piece of art.

She stared with hollow eyes,

scared of passer-bys

and out she cries

with ample denies.

She buys a happy face

to live her lonely days.

Companions to guide her ways

but in silence, she remains.

A dim soul walks on

against the colourless dawn.

With warmth so gone

And her body all torn.

She walks on

And beyond...