Please Handle with Care

It's My Heart, You See

Linda StCyr
Tattered and torn,
beaten and bruised.
Stomped on, tired,
thrown away and used.

Love I gave, and
a battering I got.
Broken, my heart,
Lay down to rot.

You said you loved me
with more than words.
Love I said
"It's for the birds."

My heart has vowed
to love no more.
I grabbed the key
and locked the door.

You pleaded and begged,
to give you a chance.
I cried, I hid, I fought
And then you said,
"Can I have this dance?"

My heart wrapped in pieces
mended with delicate repair.
I hand it to you,
Please handle with care.

Published by Linda StCyr

Linda St.Cyr has been a featured contributor for Associated Content from Yahoo!, she is the author of several short stories including the story "Leaving" published in the anthology collection, Elements of Ti...  View profile

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  • Vincent Summers5/3/2010

    Hope this wasn't a self-portrait, but I suspect it was...

  • Madeline Hayes3/27/2010

    Beautiful poem.

  • Sheryl Young3/19/2010

    Excellent poem!

  • Jan Corn3/16/2010

    How did I miss this one? So honest and courageous to keep taking a chance on love.

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