BrokenHearted
Feel my heartI think it's broken.
I'm not sure when it happened.
It's not beating like it used to,
Like it's supposed to.
Maybe it can be fixed.
A heart with a scar or two is not so bad.
I don't mind if its' a little worn
As long as it still works.
Feel my heart
I think it's broken.
Damaged by a lifetime of poor choices,
Of wearing it on my sleeve instead of protecting it.
Taking too many chances
On that road less traveled.
I was never afraid to live out loud,
Or to live in the moment.
After all, "now" is the only sure thing.
But what do I know ?
My heart is broken.
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