It’s a constant thing,
A betrayal everlasting,
This heart….always on the mend,
Waiting to be broken again.
So fragile, so strong,
And the blood, oh, how fiercely it flows…
And the thump and the crash,
That sinking, hot-cold feeling,
How well I know it all, an eternal theme,
My own, this heart, this shattered,
Battered, scattered thing…
Dena L Moore
June 17, 2007
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