Broken Glass

He knocks me onto the floor

Tear drops and lightning break out

I cry out and run to the door

He kicks me and with a shout

He says “To hell with you!” and no more

Crying so much it relieves the drought

I’m a lady and not a whore

Hopefully he’s no more; no longer about

And with that I’ll sit by the shore

Repairing this heart will take a lot of grout

Because it’s shattered like broken glass; so much blood and gore

But thank God he’s no longer around and my heart will no longer spout

The pain that it once knew and it knows not of it anymore


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