It's been torn out my veins still pumping, <br />He's holding it in his hands still thumping. <br />His name has been engraved so deep, <br />I just sit there close my eyes and weep. <br /> <br />Look at it you can see every happy time, <br />Every memory now feels like a crime. <br />Every dropp of blood pain strikes inside, <br />You can see every time I've cried. <br /> <br />I trusted him with it in his hands, <br />Not the way it now stands, <br />He wasn't supposed to hurt me, <br />He ripped it out for everyone to see. <br /> <br />Every moment of us left crying, <br />It sits there in his hands dying. <br />He had it from the start, <br />In his hands my broken heart. <br /> <br />March 2008 (Dedicated to Vernon Burchett)<br /><br />Coreena Dejesus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/03-16-2008-broken-b-9829/
