Megan Rose's Poetry

My Hollow Heart.

My heart is hollow,

Shredded to bits,

Full of air,

Silently crying wanting love to fill it.

My heart has been beat,

Shanked,

Played,

Kicked around,

All that it needs is to be found.

Is anyone willing to see its true beauty?

Can anyone ever think of it as a diamond or ruby?

It may not be precious as silver and gold,

All that it desires is to have someone not break it,

But hold.