I'd gladly give you my heart if it means I'd feel no more pain. My heart is no longer vibrant rich of red color it's as black as coal. For the longest time, I'd give my heart away thinking I'd receive love in return. Time and time again, I only proved I was a fool.
I've sold my self-short with this life I've been given. The only good thing to ever come out of giving away my heart was my son. His love is the purest. I thought a broken heart could only break into pieces until I realized that love doesn't exist when I lost her. When I realized those two things, it became clear that a broken heart could be fixed, but my heart can't be and has changed color.
My heart aches without my sister, it aches and weeps for her children and my heart mourns for the relationships that can't be repaired, it's the last time my heart will be given or shown.
So take my heart I don't want it anymore. Just give me a shield of armor, so I can be ready for anything, I don't want to hurt anymore.
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Scarlett Price
I am a mom, and a domestic violence survivor. I love writing, reading, yoga, cake decorating and baking. I recently took up belly dancing. Writing is my passion and healing. Stay positive!
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