There was a man I gave my heart to,
he took it and declared in unfit,
the heart shattered in to millions as he let go,
My hands could not heal the heart,
so I kept it hidden form all for a long time,
but one day I fond a friend,
I dared to open my hands that held my shattered heart,
and let me tell you it was not pretty nor amazing,
he took it peaces in all,
and covered it with his warm hand,
he kept it for a wile studding it,
and when he gave it back,
it was hole but it was not just my heart,
it was his intertwined with mine,
for only true love could bring,
my broken heart in to one,
I held it in mine hand like he had,
then it leaped into the emptiness in my chest,
and started beating,
and so it beats and not only,
for myself but for him,
so, only two can be made into one,
and then only love,
can make a broken heart hole.
by: Crystal A. Thompson
he took it and declared in unfit,
the heart shattered in to millions as he let go,
My hands could not heal the heart,
so I kept it hidden form all for a long time,
but one day I fond a friend,
I dared to open my hands that held my shattered heart,
and let me tell you it was not pretty nor amazing,
he took it peaces in all,
and covered it with his warm hand,
he kept it for a wile studding it,
and when he gave it back,
it was hole but it was not just my heart,
it was his intertwined with mine,
for only true love could bring,
my broken heart in to one,
I held it in mine hand like he had,
then it leaped into the emptiness in my chest,
and started beating,
and so it beats and not only,
for myself but for him,
so, only two can be made into one,
and then only love,
can make a broken heart hole.
by: Crystal A. Thompson
That is a beautiful poem, truly inspired. I could feel the pain in the beginning, and the hope brought back in the end. Beautifully written. I hope to be able to read more like this.
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