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 confusedA poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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