That's the last time. Is what he said No more, we're done. That's in my head... Never again, we're at the end- This thing is gone. Now grieved, I send My heart away, To float above And land I hope With another love. My old love sent it- With a toss. He knew it broke He caused the loss. So here we are, Both stand and mourn Beside the place Where love was born...
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
Still stuck on what's happened. Why does love die?
Comments (4)
It is sad...but right now the broken heart
Writes the words that are coming out
There will be some rays of sunlight very soon
Thanks again!