Broken, battered, bruised
Cut open, vulnerable
All the pieces of my broken heart
Open and bare for all to see
Everyone stares
How is it that I am this way
They wonder loudly
Their words done reach me
My eyes stare up at the stars
Blank, distant
In the most peaceful distant place
I just want to be whole again
Slowly someone approaches
A broken puzzle
Brought the glue
For all the pieces
Slowly repairing
Brings flowers
Takes me to see the stars at night
The adhesive bringing my heart back together
One piece missing
He places a kiss on my cheek
And just like that
My heart is complete again
I lay on the grass
Eyes sparkling full of love
He holds my hand
I’m whole again
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Mary Davis
I've wrote most of my life. A few words here and there. I am a mom and work full time in retail.
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