DamagedA Poem by TheressaHere I sit with a broken heart Afraid again to make a new start Damaged goods I guess I am Don't think there is anyone who can Mend my heart and make it whole Now it sits like a lump of coal Broken is how my heart will stay Until you come along someday And mend my broekn heart So I won't be afraid to make a new start You'll mend my broken heart with ease And make sure that everyone see's That damaged goods I'm not
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Added on December 20, 2013 Last Updated on December 20, 2013 Author |