Things Just Happen
You broke my heart this morning.
I have no heart anymore.
So how do I keep on living
if my heart went out the door?
Do I just keep on breathing
hoping my heart can beat?
or lay right down and die girl
and hope that I can meet
my maker, my shaker
who'll help me understand
that you did not take my heart girl.
It wasn't what was planned.
Things just happen.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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