Rivers of watered down life
Cut deep by loves sharp knife
Water runs through a leaking heart
Damaged so badly torn apart
Cut in two not straight, so jagged
Dreams torn edges dirtied and ragged
To wash in the streams of self pity
Dragged on life’s bottom so gritty
Someday the stitches may heal
Allowing one to once again, feel
Bumps and knocks will still be there
By then would we care?
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