Beast and halcyon

If I stitch my heart with her's will it stop this bleeding
Rejcetions, heart is a bin , turning rigid
The affection still dripping red in color
but no cord left to close the wound, wonder why its called love?
Shall i ask her, but she is stitching some one else's!
But what if he cant fill the holes she has
Broken shards of heart all over the sphere
Heart out of clay, but this kiln of experience hardening it,
as the days pass by
Petrified, will it unearth the beast that sleeps in every man's chest
Hope,  future  blossoms will bring the  halcyon to the beast ...