Category : Poems

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People are only temporary in your life. They treat you like a junkyard assembly line with cars neatly adjacent from one another miles on end with the hoods up and the rusted pieces ready to be pulled and put to use again. They take what they need and throw the rest out. They take what they think could be useful and leave the rest behind thinking someone else will find luck with the frame of a car with no engine. A car can't run with out its heart. We can crash and scrape the side of our car doors and get into fender benders that leave marks on the bumper of your car, but it isn't totaled. It still runs. Because it's heart still revs. The truth is, people don't go for the small parts. The first thing they take from the car is it's heart. The most valuable piece. Vulnerable and visible under an open hood that exposes the guts of the car. They go straight for the heart. If only they would leave the hood down. If only they would guard it's heart from the rain and from the picky people looking for something to only benefit them. If only. Maybe we'd still have hearts. Maybe we wouldn't be so heartless.