In a room just for her he placed her heart.
Upon a glass shelf til he was ready to start.
He treated her well most of the time.
For she did what he asked at the drop of a dime.
All she wanted was what she gave to him everyday.
But he brushed it all off and rewarded her with pay.
She had all any woman could ever wish for.
But was she no more than his glorified whore.
For years this went on and her flame began to dim.
Why can't he just see all she wanted was him?
To hide from his feelings he turned to drugs.
Then it was all about him and his thugs.
Once in a while he'd glance at the shelf.
And it gave her a reason to believe in herself.
She just had to wait for the day to come.
To prove them all wrong he did love her some.
Then he screwed it all up in just one night.
He couldn't fight his urge to get in a fight.
The law could give him no more chances.
And so begun her time of all of their glances.
Although her heart was breaking, she wanted to die.
She spread her wings and was ready to fly.
Unclipped were now her wings.
Just like a kid again into all things.
The fun helped the hurt and eased the pain.
Which lead her to him, she could not refrain.
All she wanted was touch but with him out of reach.
The other did just fine with a night on the beach.
Anger and hurt now filled up her head.
And his homecoming soon she began to dread.
How could she let him treat her this way?
Did he think she would still wait for the day?
And then yes it came without any warning.
He walked to that room on a cold October morning.
He reached to the shelf and took her heart.
Only to find it had fallen apart.
The damage was done, could not be forgotten.
Now he wished he had not been so rotten.
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Written March 10th, 2005
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Wow I really liked this poem it has such heart and feeling in it! Keep up the good work and I plan on reading more
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Such a sad story,
I know I do not know you personally, yet, anyways (I am a wench too) my heart goes out to you for these trials placed upon your plate. Very well written, and filled to the rim with emotion.
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This is a very pain filled poem. The imagery is so sad...the heart on a shelf. It is well written.
I am an Evil Wench too. Just wanted to stop by read some of your work and say Hello. -
Thanks Deena I'm sure Cat has told you all about me so I'm sure you have a little insight to my life.....lol not that I'm complaining but ya know some of it suck while the rest is great.....If your related to Cat I'm sure we'll be great friends. Thanks again.
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Oh my sweet friend.. I hope that things between the two of you are better now? And that the truth helped not hurt the situation.. You were honest. That cannot be faulted.. Sigh.. I love you kiddo remember that and my ear and fingers are always here.. (and hey lol my house too if ever plans don't fall through).. Lots of Love Your wild Wacky Friend, Catressa
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Well said,Angie...so hard when our hearts shatter.
I hope we become great friends.
Good Job!
Deena
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