Never fails in my life for my heart to be destroyed by someone I liked
The hurt stays inside it's starting to be hard to hide
My soul and body is lost forever there shall be no true love for me after all
The pain and suffering sufficates me slowely and deeply
my heart begins to beat inconsistantly
The love once again is a shamble
no more love for me cause to hard to handle
I hear ya on this one.. I was actually on my way to write a poem a bit like this when I say your pickture in the thingy and thought I would click to see your poems...