0029.A guitar pick... Like my heart

A broken guitar pick,
Like my broken heart,
Can't be fixed,
Cause it was like art,
So my heart is closed,
I ran out of love,
It use to fit,
Like a snug glove,
So I'm giving up on it all,
No thanks to you,
I've tried everything to fix my heart,
Even glue,
So now I give up,
On fixing my heart,
You left me,
So now we are apart,
My guitar pick,
Is broken in half,
My heart,
Split apart.

poem by Sunset Moonshine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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