A Broken Heart to Be Mended

A first lost love.
A time comes when all is always broken.
A heart is always the biggest token.
At times love is ended.
A hand will not be lended.

He says I'm no longer important to him!
He can get another, and that's when my life becomes dim.
He shuts the door, no more in trace.
A tear rolls down my face.

But that time is passed no longer I weep.
My broken heart isn't what I keep.
He comes before me with roses and fine trimmed lace.
But it's my turn to shut the door in his face.
Is it good?
I liked it.
Try to do better.
Published: 8/29/2011
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