Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Sunday, May 8, 2016

Broken Again

A mended heart,
That had been healed.
The time it took,
To be revealed.
A love so pure,
It hid beneath,
The shadow of,
A White Dove's Wing
I broke it again,
With a cold, cold heart.
I broke it again,
I watched it crumble apart.
I watched the day,
Pass on by.
Wondering always why?
My heart broke as I cried.
I missed the chance,
For love again.
I took for granted,
My best friend.

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