Bandaged over the years holding on by the threads,
I only have half a heart for the other half is dead,
Taken by many people I thought would be what they said,
Depicting a trusting image I've obviously been mislead,
Wait can you hear that sound of the pieces cracking inside,
Shattering like a mirror f*** an ego or pride,
I only wanna be happy and hold my smile wide,
But I'm seeming a withered flower that shriveled up, dried and died,
Why is it I'm not a prize a catch you think would be perfect,
Somebody that's worth your time instead of me feeling worthless,
Searching within your eyes I only would like a purpose,
To resurrect what I lost and bring it up to the surface,
But you look at me as unworthy your mission is just to hurt me,
Build me up to desert me and treat me like I'm unearthly,
I'm almost certain I'm hopeless the way that you've done me dirty,
The patchwork on my heart is proof that you don't deserve me
I'm forced to gather the pieces and put them back in my puzzle,
I'm forced to swallow the pain I feel that I have a muzzle,
You're free to do as you please I'm bound to lay here and suffer,
Until I stitch up my heart and it's pumping strong for another.
A broken heart isn't easy to repair but with time and the right person love is always possible.
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Soulful Words From A Broken Spirit
PoetryTake a trip with me as I show you the inner thoughts I bury. This is a book of raw emotions meeting creativity to make you feel emotions on different levels. So I invite you to walk with me as I give you a tour of my soulful words from a broken spir...
