Midnight

Part 1 : Before Midnight

I decided to take my heart out of my chest. For at least once, I want to hear it more clearly. I always hear a quiet moan between its beats, like street dogs when their hungary and alone, or newborns that can't sleep because of their bellyache. I would do what it says. Even when my mind told me not to do such thing, I listened to my heart and did the same thing. But what is this pain that has no cure?

Part 2 : After Midnight

I feel it in my hands. It's warm and bloody. Just like before With the same tone it says: "I didn't experience love with him. It says and gets cold, then stops beating. But you started this chaos and made my heart yours. Tell me what should I say to my heart?