Another One

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

    

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Work me to hell mr. Demon. I'm at 9 in the morning moving

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Sassylass's picture

broken

hurts..

so sorry

well written poem about heartbreak

hugs


Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....

Words

 

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Hugs back 

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Well perhaps women are better at waiting for love than men.