Inside My Broken Heart
If you opend the door to my heart and took a step inside,
what do you think you would see?
I'll tell you what you would see. . . .
You would see. . . .
Cracks and bruises, tears and dirt.
My heart
is broken. . . .
Straight down the middle.
Stiched together with thread. . . .
Broken in two!
Cracks and bruises, tears and dirt
are what you see inside my broken heart.
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