0050.S.H.A.T.T.E.R.E.D Poem by Sunset Moonshine
0050.S.H.A.T.T.E.R.E.D
My heart hit the cold floor,
As my blood pored,
toward the door.
People say my heart is broken,
But it wasn't - it wasn't even stolen.
It was shattered,
It shattered on the floor,
Next to the blood by the door,
Left by the pieces,
Was a note,
All full of creases.
All it said was,
' I'm sorry '
From that,
I knew it was from Cory...
Sunday, January 18, 2009
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best Poems
Best Member Poems
Best Classical Poems
New Poems
New Poets
Best Member Poets
Best Classical Poets
Explore Poems
Explore Poets
Poem Of The Day
Love Poems
Baby Poems
Death Poems
Sad Poems
Birthday Poems
Wedding Poems
Nature Poems
Sorry Poems
Hero Poems
Poetry E-Books
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/6/2024 6:39:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
