My heart lies broken on the floor
Shards spread far and wide
I reach down to pick up a piece
Draw back in pain
Red red blood wells
Drips slowly from finger cut
Falling to the shards below
Sharp edged and scattered
I try to sweep up
The red-stained pieces
They slide away
Refuse to come together again
Frustrated I pause
Blood drips still
Taking away life
One drop at a time
Turning I go
Leaving the shards of my broken heart
Leaving a trail of droplets
Bleeding still
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