Emily Cari Clifford

Rookie (28th September 1983 / Caerphilly, South Wales)

Antique Heart - Poem by Emily Cari Clifford

You tore my heart from my sleeve
And wore it as your own,
Replacing the broken and tarnished one
That you had too long,
I thought that you were happy then
As your new heart grew old,
Experiencing what it shouldn’t have,
What it was too naive to know.
Without my heart I could not tell
What you really felt,
So when you left and dropped my heart
I watched in horror as it fell,
Finally feeling the thud as it hit the floor.
To the untrained eye it’s perfect, untouched,
But the experts and I can see
The hairline fractures.


Comments about Antique Heart by Emily Cari Clifford

  • Yuri Duraan (4/17/2008 2:02:00 PM)


    Absolutely beautiful poem and imagery! I love the way you gave your heart away for him to wear on his sleeve.... please read my poem 'That boy has my heart! ' - you might find similarities... although on a simpler scale. Thanks, and well done. Yuri* (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2008



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