Karen Degnan Foiles
Sold Is My Heart
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
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