My Heart

My heart is sad.
My heart is crying.
Without your love,
My heart is dying.

My heart is empty.
My heart is cold.
My once young heart,
Now tired and old

My heart was colorful.
Now turned to gray.
The moment you took,
Your love away.

If things could be different.
I certainly know.
I'd make your heart happy.
I'd make your heart glow.

For your love's now removed.
And I surely can see.
What I once took for granted.
Was a great big part of me.

poem by Ryan Lee Morris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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