All the Broken Shells

A broken shell left on the shore

It doesn’t matter anymore

You can’t go back and change the weather

It can’t be pieced back together

Go ahead and toss it out

Or leave it lying with it doubts

Just kick it while it’s gently down

Or glare at it and harshly frown

All the broken shells washed on the shore

Like shattered hearts beating, no more.

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