Threads cross through and through
Picking up the pieces
Of me heart that was in two
Listen to it try to mend
The pieces that were straight
Are now bent
It is now somewhat whole
But it's missing that thing
That thing is called my soul
Your job is done now
You're finished with your part
Be happy now
You've left a scar on my heart
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Wow. I love the imagery bursting forth through your even flow of rhyme.
Deeply emotional and strong this is a wonderful poem!
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