Friday, April 11, 2014

Broken Heart

When my heart broke,
the pieces fell down
down down into my body
entered my arms and legs
crevices over, gone was the border
everything was out of order.

Now,
pieces of my heart
are in my organs and limbs
so they move with love
while my whole heart simply was
my broken heart does and does.

1 comment:

the sabra said...

This was brilliant.
I oughta share it.