What I am? - Poem

 

Whatever be me

My words are going to lie

Because the story 

- I didn't end up finding my

The heart is like glasses

Things go inside replicate

When plucked every wall shatters

Because it can't accept the abdicate

Like a French monarch

I'm in constant troubles

In a way, heart disembark 

And pops like bubbles 

In the end flesh and blood

Stop flowing through the heart

Because it is just flesh and blood

And not soul cart