Oddly shaped beating hard
thumpin loud unbelievable scars
red in color with blue all around
it stops and starts barely making
a sound.
Invisible tears falling from my eyes
fill my soul with unthinkable lies
this heart has been ripped and torn
by a lovers need, who has been scorned
Inside a shell of parts and flesh
my heart never gets a minutes rest
it cries out with every wave and beat
the day it stops my Lord I'll meet.
If you could hold my heart in your palm
would you gently fix all of it's flaws
would you wrap it up inside your love
would it fit your soul just like a glove
My heart is wounded, scarred and torn
Did God know it would be broken the day
it was born.
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