by Linda St.Cyr

Created on: April 04, 2009

Please Handle With Care: It's my heart, you see.
It was tattered and torn,

Beaten and bruised.

It had been stomped on,

Tired, thrown away and used.

Love I gave, yet a

Battering I got.

Broken, my heart,

Lay to rot.

You said you loved me

In more than words.

Love I said

Was for the birds.

Love no more, too much suffering.

It's not for me.

My heart can't take it.

We're not meant to be.

You pleaded and begged,

For me to give you a chance.

I cried, I whined, I laughed

And then, we danced.

My heart in pieces

tended with delicate repair.

I hand it to you,

Please handle with care.

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