Flowers
She held my heart...
She held my heart in her hands 
And now she let it fall 
I can but watch it, helpless 
Reach the floor 

My dream, lain on the ground 
Was crushed under her feet 
She didn't do on purpose 
What she did 

As my heart touched the ground 
It broke like fragile glass 
Its pieces spread around 
All around us 

I kneel and start collecting 
The small bits of my life 
So lonely, my hands trembling 
Like a child 

I try to stick together 
The few pieces I have 
Something is lost forever 
My tears laugh 

You slowly walk towards me 
And hold out a light 
A tiny piece of my heart 
Still so bright!

November 21, 1997
 
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