My broken glass heart
Broken Hearted
My glass heart is broken
Because your not here with me
My glass heart is broken
Because I can't hug you
My glass heart is broken
Because I can't kiss you
My glass heart is broken
Because we can't cuddle
My glass heart is broken
Because we can't hold hands
My glass heart is broken
Because we can't walk together
My glass heart is broken
Because I don't want to lose you
My glass heart is broken
Because I miss you
My glass heart is broken
Because I haven't seen you
My glass heart is broken
Because I can't hold you
My glass heart is broken
Because we can't flirt with each other
My glass heart is broken
Because I miss hearing your voice
The only thing that repairs my heart
Is being with you!
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Junice Michele Lanza
Writing poetry comes from the heart.
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