It's been torn out my veins still pumping,
He's holding it in his hands still thumping.
His name has been engraved so deep,
I just sit there close my eyes and weep.

Look at it you can see every happy time,
Every memory now feels like a crime.
Every dropp of blood pain strikes inside,
You can see every time I've cried.

I trusted him with it in his hands,
Not the way it now stands,
He wasn't supposed to hurt me,
He ripped it out for everyone to see.

Every moment of us left crying,
It sits there in his hands dying.
He had it from the start,
In his hands my broken heart.

March 2008 (Dedicated to Vernon Burchett)

Coreena Dejesus

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/03-16-2008-broken-b-9829/