By, J. Lynn Dickson
Broken beauty
You look like a heart
Stopped beating, stopped loving
Broken in two by the gust
Of betrayal
Now your sadness weighs you down
You stare at the ground
Hunched over
Breathless
Yearning to be plucked
From the root of pain
**Note about this poem...when reading this, envision a flower with it's bloom broken and dangling from it's stem. This was written during a workshop in which a vase of flowers were presented to the group and we were then to choose one to write about.**
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