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| Broken Heart |
Sitting on a swing
In the dead of night
Crying like she has never before
He broke her heart
And she wishes he was still hers
Wishes she knew what she did wrong
So they can be together again
She picks apart a flower
And watches the petals fall to the ground
A pile of ripped petals
Reminded her of what her heart must look like
Shattered into a million pieces
Ripped so much
The pieces are almost microscopic
Duck tape isn't going to fix this one
Blog Category: Writing and Poetry
Added on: 05/03/2008 16:55:01
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