My Heart

My heart is broken.
You threw it around like a piece of junk
Maybe it is but now it is lying on the broken road.

This time it cannot be fixed!
It is in a million and two pieces
and I'm going to leave it there
lying on the ground.

There is no need to pick it up or fix it.
It is just going to break again.
So now, you can call it your masterpiece.


by Lost Sierra

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