A Broken Heart
Like a house whose windows are broken,
Doors are off the hinges, and holes that are punched in the walls.
All that remains is a frame.
No warmth, No love, And no security.
Nothing left but an empty shell.
That was once my heart.
Copyright © Christie Mills | Year Posted 2008
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