My Broken Heart
She was a light,
to my dark heart,
a north star,
to my lost heart,
she healed what was broken,
and loved me when no one would,
and showed me what no one could.
but when i was fixed,
she dropped me,
and didn't care that i was shattered,
she left me and now i know,
that she was like berries on mistletoe.
sweet to see, yet poisen in the end.
Copyright © Christopher Bagwell | Year Posted 2013
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