Crushed

“Tear the remnants of this organ out of my chest;

It was once whole when I was in love.

Heartbeat transitions into a flat line.

Remember the rate of my heart when it felt love?

Time can’t patch this broken wound.

The hands of the clock say no more love.

A dove once sat on my shoulder;

It was said to be a sign of budding love.

Then you crushed the dove with your hand.

The bird didn’t take flight, it was the love.”

Lonyee Lampley.

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