Broken Heart

• Daniel Brooker, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2020

Having her body in my arms
Keeping her safe like there is no harm
She was the one
Until she said we are done
She took my heart
And left it with her depart
Oh, her hair
You would have a good glare
Her smile meant something to me
Until she said it cannot be
Every time she’s in the room
I would slowly take in the fumes
Why did you leave
You left with all grieve
I was broken, she had moved on
She was my token, until she proved me wrong
Is there such thing as a perfect life?