Shattered love

I gave you my heart.

But you tore it up into pieces and throw the shattered pieces back at me each time it was offered to you.

And each time, I would pick up the broken pieces with trembling hands and mend them together with my tears.

Then, with a smile on my face, I would offer you my broken love again. Hoping against hope that you would cherish it and treat it with care.

But each time I would be disappointed.


~ by blurfroggie on October 23, 2006.

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