no heart. #poetry

when he broke her heart
he thought she would recover
but if he had one
of his own
(a heart, that is)
he would have known

messy heart.
©2017 what sandra thinks

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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Hawaii where she could learn to surf. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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12 Responses to no heart. #poetry

  1. Sometimes, they just don’t care. 😒

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Neat… anyone who ever had a heart … some don’t …too many nowadays …

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Powerful. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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