Sep 22 2010


Published by at 10:09 am under Break Up Poems

My heart doesn’t beat.
My eyes don’t open.
My skin is pale
and white, my
lips; a dark red.
My broken heart
rests in the box
which I’m holding.
And if you listen
carefully, you can
still hear my
pain-filled screams
from when I
carved my heart
out if my chest
to end the suffering
of my broken heart.

This post was submitted by madelaine7.

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