Broken Heart

My heart was dieing.

Slowly,

But surely.

I never dreamed of,

Love,

or of being alive again.

Afraid of pain,

My heart withdrew.

Locked inside its own coffin.

Then you,

A shadowed angel.

Always there,

Never seen.

Always noticed,

Never acknowledged.

Swept down,

On your pale wings.

Tore my heart,

From its coffin,

And healed it.

Making my life new,

Once more.

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