No more

It is a work of art 
Really beautiful
That of the heart
When it is full

But when there 
Is no love inside
And no one to care
It’s something to hide

For the broken edges
Are deep and black
Shattered wedges
That peel back

It still beats but
Slowly and loudly
With the groaning gut
It makes it’s plea

To be fed
Like it was once before
But that love is dead
And can feed no more