Silver metal,
Replaces the old one
For you left a shattered mess
In it's place.
The doctor couldn't fix it,
Neither could a specialist,
Or any surgeon in the land.
I tried to get a cardiologist to
Look at it, but he said there was no way.
So they swept up the old
Stained glass remains
And stuck a metal lump within me.
I feel every thump with a
sharp pain in my chest
Now I am cold.
No longer do emotions
cross my face.
I am as artificial as this thing
inside of me.
All because I was a fool
And fell for someone like you.
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PoetryHere's to the readers, To the dreamers, The child within To the heartbreakers And the risktakers To those that try something new Here's to the lonely The forgotten, The one who doesn't know what to do with themselves To the one searching for somethi...
