Greece in the Morning
...everything poetic
Friday, August 5, 2011
Once Upon An August
I can see my heart
it isn't broken,
but fissures
and wounds
run along the edges
Each one
loved and lost
builds it up
and tears it
apart.
So don't worry
about breaking
my heart
Sometimes I think
it can only
be scarred
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