Friday, June 17, 2005

Broken

Tears on my pillow
tracing patterns through the pain
deep rivers of sorrow
at the mention of your name.
How could you do this
all I ever had was yours
you were my everything
and now hope has shut its doors.
You've left me here now
cold, dark, lonely and afraid
every moment wonders
why you couldn't just have stayed.
Poems with no rhyme
dischords hang in every tune
ever fiber of me
wants you to come back soon.
My heart is broken
lying in pieces on the floor
soon I'll pick them up
just for you to break once more.

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