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My heart

March 3, 2014
By SweetCupcakes BRONZE, Portland, Oregon
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"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better it's not." -Dr Seuss "The Lorax"

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My heart feels like shattered glass,

the glass was once shiny, and perfect,
My heart felt as bright as the stars,

but those stars never walk the skies anymore,
My heart collapsed like the Titanic,

it sank, and never resurfaced,
My heart faded away with the wind,

slowly losing its grasp, to never have again.

© Kelly K., Fort Collins, CO

The author's comments:
"I recently went through a heartbreak, and I was listening to a lot of songs that helped me to write this."
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