Where do broken hearts go, you ask? Well, first you should know That it’s not the heart that breaks at all. It is the will to keep mending A bond under strain. It is the hope that you may fix That one-too-many mistake. It are relationships too beat and battered, Bent all out of shape. It is love overcooked to a semblance of hate. So, where do they go, These wounded, yet still very much Whole hearts? Given time to process Pain, loss, and grief, Eventually They carry on.
