Hearts

Hearts understand what words could never say

Sometimes silence works in different ways

Whispers of empathy break down walls we've built

Revealing truths hidden beneath layers of guilt

The kindness of an honest heart is becoming rare

Like trying to find a blue moon in the empty air

Making someone understand who never wanted to

Is like talking to a rose that doesn't want to bloom

You can water your rose for years at a time

Working hard to make sure it was in its prime

But some roses forget and never remember

Honest hearts few and far between, a dying ember