Not Broken

You didnt take my heart and it wasn't stolen.
It was sent to you in a box broken.
I asked you to fix it and send it back when you were done.
The next day I found the job well done.
My heart was restored with every last beat.
No scratches, No bruises, No love sucking infuses.
Ten times better than before,
My hearts not broken anymore.

by Tiffany Tyler

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agreed, a lovely piece, great rhymes and flow! !
Lovely...simply lovely...thank you