Torn Heart
She gathered her heart
on a lymb of urgency,
while he scattered the path
of deminishing mercery.
Scooping the day
up in a painful dust,
she withered away
from his heart of rust.
Her love was left behind
but only to love again,
as he took their love
and chocked it to the end.
Copyright © Donna Shropshire Caviness | Year Posted 2012
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