I often wonder if the heart
When pieces are broken from a love lost
Behave the way an amputated limb does
The imprint of promises made
Soft kisses felt so long after
The pain of severed dreams
Pieces of each lover
Like pins and needles
Reminding you how much
You've grown
Monday, November 9, 2009
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