My Barbed Wire Heart

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    My Barbed Wire Heart
    Here is my heart...
    Held together with dried blood, barbed wire, and broken dreams...
    Covered in scars, wounds, and torn seems

    It has been trampled and trashed...
    Burned and slashed...
    Punctured and gashed...
    Gnawed and gnashed

    Ripped apart from every conceivable angle
    Until all that was left...
    Was bloody chunks of heart...
    Pieces of myself

    But despite every adversity...
    My heart still survives
    I pieced it together
    And kept it alive

    And now it beats strongly within my chest
    It shines like a work of art
    Never again will love sever...
    My bruised barbed wire heart

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    jescherr commented on My Barbed Wire Heart

    07-03-2009

    This is good. There is a lot behind this poem. Try to vary your rhyming scheme a little bit. Really let it flow so it doesn't become clunky because you are searching for the next rhyme. Your intelligence shines through, keep working.
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