A Shattered Heart - Poem by Anita Cross
You left when i needed you most
im lying on the floor wounded coated in my own blood
smell well thers nothing left
where are you my sence of security?
will you leave me too?
to late you already did
what am i to do to gather up pieces of my shattered heart?
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