Thursday

Broken Pump

I've broken my pump,
it needs to be fixed,
but you break it into smaller bits.
I don't know what was the problem first,
but whatever you do,
you make it worse.

My pump worked so fine,
before you were a friend of mine.
Your house is full of peoples hearts,
but none of them work,
you collect them for fun.
You like them best when they're broken,
you don't want to fix them.

So I went to the specialist. They said:
"I'm sorry miss, but we can't fix this.
You will always be like this.
Your heart cannot be fixed."

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