A Broken Heart
"What color is a broken heart?", said she.
I laughed at how naive young girls can be.
"Hearts have no color - least none I have found -
A broken heart is all about the sound."
I knew the tears that only I could hear -
And sobs that came from losing someone dear.
I envied that sweet young girl who had still
Not known heartbreak, but someday surely will.
6/4/2017
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