Too Many Holes In My Heart..

I relax, I read, I walk the halls of this empty home.
My soul is tired, I am weak, and there is nowhere else to roam.
I lie down and rest my hand on my chest and I feel my heart,
I see now how my life is slowly and painfully falling apart.
Too many holes in my heart, too many to be mended,
Too many strikes to the heart, So many more than intended
The pain, the sorrow, and the tragedy of love take its toll
It has created these holes in my heart, and has damaged my soul.
Life should be full of joy, full of love and laughter,
Life should be a fairy tale, and we should live happily ever after
We should all feel the internal lust for life and spirit.
Life full of hurt and pain, in god’s eyes, has not merit.
Too many holes in my heart, I need someone to repair them.
Too many holes in my heart, too much loss and mayhem.
The pain, the sorrow, and the tragedy of love take its toll
It has created these holes in my heart, and has damaged my soul.

-Rick Bertrand

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