How do we go about
Another one of these...
Broken hearts
These broken parts
Such a useless thing
A dirt flopped
Clipped clopped
Heart.
As if these heart felt words--
Where do they go?
Who listens to these
Things... Promises
It echoes louder inside
Louder rougher
Than when said
When it's dead
How do I go about
These broken hearts
These beaten parts
broken
hurts..
so sorry
well written poem about heartbreak
hugs
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Hugs back
Hugs back
Well perhaps women are better at waiting for love than men.