My Heart

Your hands tore my heart,

Right out of my chest,

Your hands tore it to pieces,

And now it's bleeding there,

It flows over the sides,

And you smile in comtempt,

Your vulgar laugh rings in my ears,

As I crumple to the floor,

You won,

You broke my heart,

And I can feel my heart beating no more,

I hope you're happy,

With what you've done,

You've ruined me,

And I close my eyes when I see,

Your face,

And what's in you hands,

What you tore out of my chest,

My bleeding heart.

Author's Note

plz review

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A outstanding poem. Description create a vision with someone holding a bleeding heart. You can write a story.
Coyote

[Bexfinch]

I like it its soft flowing and dramatic Magnifique