A Broken Heart

• Boushra Awad, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

looking down at an empty cup
wishing that i could hold your hand once more
wish you were never ushered out the door
day and night its you who i adore
because of you i no longer feel secure
the minute you said our love is no more
my heart fell to the floor
now that i have found my true love
it is not you who i think of
but my love for you will remain
even though you fell in love with my best friend jane