Poetry

Sold is My Heart



I gathered the keepsakes
That used to be special
A box of mistakes
Lifeless, waiting to sell

Waiting for a new life to live

This love had worn out
Now a need to be without
Like an old pair of shoes
Cast aside soft and abused  

This lifetime broken, shattered and destroyed

Broken dreams
Broken promises
Broken hearts
Broken house

Isn't it funny that's not how it all starts

@Karen Foiles