Broken

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Broken

Shoot an arrow through my heart
Pull it out it falls apart
little pieces on the ground
all you do is stand and frown
Now look at this mess
the floor is all dirty
I wont clean up this kind of garbage
so little by little i pick up my pieces
sweep them into a dustpan to dispose of
sorry is all I have to say...
as I take my pieces and walk away.

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dancinghawk commented on Broken

11-18-2009

ouch, and nicely said ... wisely ... those who leave a path of destruction should not be tasked with the mending ... better to start with some fresh light ... thx for the share! -dh

Zenwitchfaery

11/19/2009

Hi thanks for the comment I was angry when i wrote that one lol it was a how could you ? so I am taking my stuff and going lol!

FranzJ commented on Broken

11-18-2009

a broken heart in some nice wording - short but sweet

Zenwitchfaery

11/19/2009

thank you

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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