Fragile, Emotional and the Lost Heart

Like sand sliding through the gaps of my finger;
my heart is sad, frustrated and is filled with anger

Like a baby calling and calling its mother in the dark;
it is scared, it is exhausted and it is afraid, all of that to mark

Why my heart is so fragile, so tender and so emotional?
As if its not a heart but a plastic to play fictional

Falling, rolling, crying and making an effort to stand high;
but the heart, the damn heart is so heavy with tears to weigh

It is weeping, screaming and crying time and timely;
thinking as if it can be heard by someone, someone kindly

Oh my beloved heart! Why aren't you practical and brave?
with other cruel, evil and mystic hearts ready to stab you and crave

Listen carefully my dear heart, you have to be strong;
no heart will last long if its not right and if its wrong and only wrong

Live as if you are brave, as if you are the one who owns the world;
then and then you would no longer be fragile but you would be bold

Don't cry, share and hold onto other hearts and depend;
because in the end, its only you, who is always ready for everything to lend

Bad time, happy moments and sad times, bad times all over again;
you are the only one who understands and what has lost will be gain