One Lone Heart
A heart confusedBlind and bruised
Over and again it's hurt
And left in the dirt
Broken and shattered
Treated like it hadn't mattered
A confused heart no longer here
With no one to shed a tear
One Lone Heart
A heart confusedPoetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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