Heartbroken
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I am taking the bus to you,
holding a red rose on my lap-
The sky is blue,
and my deep grief is true . . .
Oh, there is a past history,
where my heart has been so broken.
A jagged piece gouged out of my soul,
from this strange puzzle that is me-
One part was stole,
yes, there is a deep hole . . .
Oh, my love is no mystery,
can you hear my sad tears spoken.
The past is the past I am told,
but no, I just cannot let go-
You must be cold,
in this deep tomb so old. . . .
Oh, the wind is so blustery,
as I stand here, Mom- heartbroken.
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May 13, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Heartbroken
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1021-891-01
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2018
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