What's that sound I hear,
that lost lonesome sound?
Is it the sound of my heart,
crying from the hurt it found?

Is that soft fluttery feeling
in the pit of my stomach,
just the fear of uncertainty,
the feel of my heartbreak?

How do I go on,
rebuild my life again?
How long will it take
for this heart to mend?






My Heart
MsSouthernOrchid
Copyright 2001
MsSouthernOrchid's Place
More Poetry by Mary
           

My broken heart burst,
and scattered all around.
I tried to catch the pieces
as they tumbled to the ground.

They fell here and there,
rolling everywhere.
Vanishing forever,
like dust in the air.

Now I have a patched up heart,
that's used and very worn,
with a lot of pieces missing,
all shattered, ripped and torn.

copyright 2001
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