Traces of love scattered across the floor of my heart,
put there by an uncaring person who thought their
love was more important than mine.
Tears unable to flow from within, because they're
dried, arid, caused by an arrogant cruelty of another,
being slighted, treated less than human, made to feel
that way.
Beneath the stature of themselves, not even caring
for their loved ones, a total and unconditional love,
tossed aside because of a judgmental person.
Their ego filled with false pride, while traces of a
genuine love were tossed and scattered across the
floor of my heart, unable to be held by the person who
was being cared for.
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