by tiswas1945falkirk, Central, Scotland, UK
Aug 2012 446 Views 4 comments
broken heart
There are no pills to cure my ailing heart....No technolgy to mend the broken parts...No one can see me bleeding inside...So my tears i try to hide...There is no rest from the torment i feel....No loving embrace to help to heal....Ilost my reason and will to survive....Now its a nightmare being alive....jw
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Posted: Aug 2012
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Carol
No matter how love is lost, pain is found. There are no pills to cure my ailing heart.... with eyes to the future, only time can do that. Thanks for sharing.