The Bottle

April 17, 2011
On the street, out of place
Shattered, and a tear-stained face
The heart is a bottle, easily broken
With words both shouted and unspoken

Love is the liquid that rests inside
Emptying quickly with actions so snide
The bottle cracks, breaks, and leaks
And tears run down rosy cheeks





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