Tired of the waiting, tired of the pain, <br />tired of trying to love again. The waiting <br />is over, my heart condemned, the <br />sign reads 'CLOSED, never to let another <br />in. <br /> <br />No, you can't come in, my heart is in need <br />of repair, gonna be a long time before I <br />allow it to care. Been torn down, yet <br />broken it still stands, weak is it's <br />structure, as over the years, by <br />hurtful hand's. <br /> <br />These door I will close, to try to protect <br />all thats left inside, I will try to dry <br />the tears that it has cried. I will try to <br />mend it all alone, patch it up and <br />give it a home. <br /> <br />Man's tools will not touch this heart, for <br />it is by man's hands it fell apart. <br />Time is the only one whom can repair, <br />the broken pieces that lie inside, the sign <br />reads 'CLOSED', for it's spirit has died.<br /><br />Ruth warren<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-the-sign-reads-closed/
