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I Am Still Shattered

No one can move me,
Neither your heart can heal my blues;
Words are cheap and facts are petals,
Cause a lie proves them untrue.
May the sea move a giant vessel,
May the brook move a canoe;
But your heart can’t move my spirit,
I’m still shattered without glue.
I’ll be ceasing the confetti,
From the roses and the wine,
You’ll be always my dark partner,
And your heart disgrace of mine.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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March 11, 2021 at 10:51 PM
This is well done, especially this part "But your heart can’t move my spirit, I’m still shattered without glue." Tells of heartbreak.
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