my heart was endlessly
reused and resold.
thrown away
to be a part
of the clutter
in the heartbreak hotel.
and then
you came in.
eyes wide,
stunning smile,
folding the fifteen dollars
you held in your hand.
you were looking through
the colored racks
when you found me
and my weathered love,
a heart too young to be
this torn apart.
reused and resold,
my heart found a home
right with you.
YOU ARE READING
bits of life
Poetrya clutter of stories. updated as often as i can. 》started: 8-21-18《 rankings: #69 in poetry - 9-23-18 #35 in poems - 9-24-18 extra note: do NOT plagiarize any poems from this book! it is 100% my own work, and i put lots of time and effort into writ...
