Broken Heart

you see my heart right on my sleeve
battered tattered and shattered
its broke- fell down a big sieve
or pushed- but does it matter?

I glue it back together
with my will by itself-
keeping it alone is better
i shall set it on a shelf

now see the new-
black with hate
now it'll stew
hard-no mate

harder even still no doubt
harder til it breaks in pain-
shatters and what spews out?
all emotion.. now is slain

for this one cause- better listen
the one who plays with love- the killer
now this heart no longer glistens
all for the amusement for ms. thriller

by Jorso Serogus

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