by Stephanie Leonard
Scorched Love Letters Burning in the fire
The Eiffel Tower is leaning on me
Broken Puzzle pieces
Passionate red roses wilting
My heartstrings play the wrong cord
I have been violated damaged used and broken
An antique tea cup chipped spilling tea out
My sadness grieves
A charmer in a dark masquerade breaks my heart
The gold music box does not play anymore
The windup mechanism is broken just like my heart
Who will put a band-aid over my wounds
Who will cloak me in the darkness to keep me warm
Who will patch me up with a sewing needle like quilt pieces stitched together
Who will fix my sorrows and drown my discord
Who will light my face with a smile, and patch my heart with a toolbox
Who will love me again and restore me, give me shelter and comfort
Who will write passionate love letters to me and dream of sights and sounds of Paris
Who will put my puzzle pieces back together one piece at a time interlocking our love and
breaking old chains
Who make my rose rebloom
Who will make my heart whole and make my heartstrings strike a chord in harmonious
symphony of Orchestration
Who will make me pristine again and hammer my heart with nails and fix it with the wrench so it
beats again
Who will pour tea from my cup and rejoice in it
Who will charm my broken heart and make me sing of love again.
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My name is Stephanie Leonard I’m 36 years old I suffer from a brain injury, Bipolar, OCD anxiety and PTSD and nonverbal learning disability. I have been published in Word Gathering literary journal and Our USA magazine and my college newspaper, my art the Rainbow Unicorn was published in the Blue Mountain Review.
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