the shattered heart.
nothing holds and nothing standseverything wastes away at the slightest touch
life is taken and surity is broken
the facts are false and the mountain can no longer hold itself up
the second tears are shed months late from due
a heart is broken, but refuses to split in two
DAMN THE MAN WHO COST his life and tore my family apart. and my armor with it.
Poetry by Ian
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Written on 2006-08-31 at 02:53
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