Broken Hearts

Broken hearts intertwined in a metaphor,
Shattered pieces lost in the wind,
soundlessly squandered with time fleeting by.
Piercing eyes watching her every move in the mirror,
Descrying herself piece by piece,
She was her own foe.
The newly acquired loneliness calmed her,
fixing her weeping soul with its gentle touch of woe.

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