Shattered Glass Poem by Kimmy Trudell

Shattered Glass

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How do you pick up Shattered pieces
The glass that was my heart, cuts my fingers staining them with my blood
My blood that coursed thru my veins for you, causing the thump thump
The beats that mirrored yours
It empties out of me thru small slivers, Seeping thru my skin
I gather them, still giving them to you
Knowing I will surely be cut by the shards and sharp edges of a broken heart
How do you pick up the Shattered pieces?

Saturday, June 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: broken heart
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 24 June 2018

Deep sad feelings nicely brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. Very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing Kimmy.

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