Does a broken heart beat ?

flowers wilt, and so does the heart of a poor man. Dark clouds engulf the night skys which which remain blacker still, pouring rain flood streets of my heart, thick fog lingerie over the brain. Words that seem so slight cuts deeper than any man maid blade. seeing you usually made my heart reach out for you, but for some reason, this time, it turned away. And here lies the corpes of a dead heart