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MY BROKEN HEART

(T. Beechey)



My broken heart, ripped to pieces

A work of art now filled with creases

It's all torn apart, the pain never ceases

Where do I start? Where's the releases?



Look at my smile

It's starting to turn

It's been a while

Since I felt concern

Each step's a mile

And I'll never learn

It's not my style

So I take the burn



My broken heart, lying in tatters

A work of art irreparably shattered

It's all torn apart, strewn and scattered

Where do I start? What does it matter?



Look at my grin

It's starting to bend

How long has it been

Since I needed a friend?

I wanted to win

Now I'm trying to mend

How do I begin?

How will it end?



My broken heart, reduced to shreds

A work of art, left for dead

It's all torn apart --- what can be said?

Where do I start...thread by thread



Look at my face

Very slow to appear

A smile has replaced

Touching each ear

There isn't a trace

Of sadness here

I've re-entered the race

And I'm in the clear



My broken heart, fully restored

A work of art to not be ignored

Put back together, working just fine

Regardless of whether or not you're mine