A broken heart

Lasts not long.

Nor does the summer bird

In winter song.

The shattered soul

Will still survive,

Keeping scraps

Of hope alive.

Though will to live

Retreats away,

The beating heart

Will always stay.

Through great defeat

Will can survive

As long as hope

Is kept alive.

A broken heart

Can last long,

Like a springtime bird

In summer song.

(This one was written a while ago, after my first break-up. It took me about a week to get it just the way I wanted it, haha.)