How can I pick up thy heart
scattered on the floor, all in pieces
broken by the one I trusted most
torn by betrayal, lies and lust.
I should have known from the start
how I would end up here, in pieces
scorched is my soul, like a slice of toast
would I ever again be able to trust?
My mind is blank, confused and sore
my very soul is scarred and abused
beliefs long held are shaken to the core
I feel angry, confused and used.
We were to grow old, enjoy our growing creases
now I stand here alone, my heart in pieces.
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Sonnets
PoetryA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
