Broken Heart
In a crowded city
Lies a surburban street
On that surburban street
Lies a yellow house
In that yellow house
Lies a tidy room
A stereo plays “My Immortal” on repeat
Across from the stereo
Lies a wrinkled bed
A note; the handwriting’s shaky
In the wrinkled bed
Lies a motionless woman
In the motionless woman
Lies a broken heart
It is still and so is she.
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