The Heartbroken

Poem By Taylor Hainline

A broken heart,
like that of the dew from fog,
of the taste of salty tears,
of the sound of shattering glass.

A broken heart,
like the worlds weight crashing down,
like explosions in a pounding chest,
never wanting to feel again.

A broken heart,
so fragile and sore,
the world left it
with its scars.

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A broken heart is the dearest to God.

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