Piñata Heart. in Poetry by Me
- March 14, 2014, 12:40 a.m.
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- Public
He swung at my heart
With his goddamned bat
Until all I had inside
Fell to the ground
He took what he wanted
And left the rest
He abandoned me
And my piñata heart
Broken and empty
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