Where do broken hearts go?
It stays.

It stays,
like the painful memories.

It stays,
like the sun after the rain.

It stays,
like the moon waiting for the sun.

It stays,
like a nostalgic flower after the storms.

It stays,
like a broken heart.

It stays
waiting for the person to fixed it.

Where do broken hearts go?
It stays, still waiting for the last person who broke it.