Broken Arts Poem by Cullen Vamp

This is my heart,
Toward the sky, so bright and tart,
See it fly,
Up in that lovely, bright sky.

This is my love,
To broken to be a perfect swan or dove,
Hear it's thundering hum,
Whispering in tune as if a goddess playing a beautiful, broken drum.

This is my heart,
Isn't it a lovely peice of art?
Even though it's been broken and thrown in an empty cart,
For you've torn it apart?

Now, this is me,
Locked up, waiting for my true love, my key,
All broken and tattered,
It's not hard to see: I've been shattered