Saturday, December 15, 2012

A Poem For A Crying Soul

Mend the broken heart.
Sew it together.
Glue it if you have to.
Looking at you now, I just know you need to be mended.
How can you mend what's broken?
Your love changed her,
Life changed her,
Love and life tore her apart.
It has been unfair.
Life is intolerant of the weak.
If life makes you weak; is it trying to rid you of it?
She wants peace-
She wants freedom-
She wants joy-
She is stuck in the bottom of the trench,
Trying to dig herself out.

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