Stories between the lines: A collection of Poems

Plastic Heart

I stand forlorn,

I look in the distance to see you leave.

Torn and cracked like a piece of 

Plastic.

You forgot me, 

Like a plastic toy abandoned 

On a park bench,

Waiting only to waste away,

As nature laughs at,

My snapped plastic heart strings.

I twist,

I toil,

I writhe in anger,

I suffer in pain,

I cut you with my sharp plastic edges,

And I am thrown away.

As I am crushed,

By the weight of loss,

I remember,

My Plastic Seams, 

And how easily they are lost.