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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Being dumped.






Dumped 

You walk along this cold street with arms rigid
You stare straight ahead, not looking sideways
You walk with purpose and cause
Your back will never bend again
You have become heartless
Memories of love hold you still
Memories of laughter leave you empty
You refuse to remember yesterday’s sun
Today’s shadow gives you cold comfort
You have become heartless
Old kindness stabs you in the heart
You bleed emotions without knowing
The blood runs freely across your smile
Your smile withers in the light of another
You have become heartless
Your silent tears mix with the rain
Your heartbreak makes a sound like thunder
Your pain lights the sky in bursts of agony
Your heart torn out by claws of indifference
You have become heartless
You have become a mirror
Life shown as it should have been
Hard as glass and as easily broken
You toss your pain like some well-worn stone
In the debris of shattered lies you find your heart
You can still breathe
You are not heartless
You just wish you could be