Her heart only has so much room
So many moved in and moved on through
Leaving stains that bruised.
She does her best to clean the rooms
But feels ashamed she had to move on too.
She's afraid to re-open the wounds
What if they can't handle what she's been through?
What can her poor heart do?
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 6:38 PM UTC
Her heart only has so much room
So many moved in and moved on through
Leaving stains that bruised.
She does her best to clean the rooms
But feels ashamed she had to move on too.
She's afraid to re-open the wounds
What if they can't handle what she's been through?
What can her poor heart do?
Request permission to use this poem