Title: Denial

My heart isn't broken,
really it's not!
It's bruised and hurt,
But broken it's not.
It still beats within me,
So broken? No.
As it still pumps my blood, it cannot be so.
It sounds so silly - "A broken heart"
And I don't even look the part,
I'm not slim, or pale, with long hair of black,
No, it just feels I've been stretched on a rack,
But hey, it'll be good for my height,
I'm really too short,
Maybe this heartache will make me grow taller,
Maybe the hurt can change my skin to pearly pallor,
Maybe the bruises banish pimples and warts,
Who knows?
But I'll get over this,
that I'm sure,
I can pull out Love's temporary dart,
Because never again shall I suffer A Broken Heart.

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Not one of my best, not one of my worst. But there's more to come so...mwahahaha.