Unwrapped Heart

Like a bright thunder,
it is true of what is shown.
As a heart is not feeling the splendor,
and afterwards it is thrown..
..apart.

To stare at one's eyes and to feel one's soul,
is even harder than to say the thoughts.
But life is just about playing the role..

As the sun rises,
it has gone of what is loved,
and no more memory about places,
and the pain can only be defined with a cough..
..and death.