My crazy luv.
Hearts have been broken; especially mine.
"Oh come on, we all say that. "
No really, Whitney once sang a tune that hit me.
"Where do broken hearts go?"
Where do they go once you love again?
Do they collect on a shelf to one day be given away?
Someone must want the pieces.
Why else do we save and keep the pain?
No use in using it down the road.
No reason to go back to the lies that you were told.
It's because it happens all the time.
Recently I was given a look at pure love.
I'm at a loss.
Words like an angel sent from above.
Save my healed heart from the sorrow I have yet to overcome.
Tell me that his lies are true, yes true and I'm not being dumb.
This man isn't my effect but my cause.
He tells me not what I want to hear but what I need.
His essence I die to breath.
His touch I live to feel.
One day soon his heart and mine will heal.
You leave me speechless. That's when I ramble.
I become clueless.
That's when I lose it.
Its not just in your eyes or hidden behind your voice.
You're something I need and crave. My want and my choice.
I can be bored by your side with nothing to do.
I have to deny that my love is true.
I once lost sleep because of pain and sorrow.
Today I sleep to get to you quicker for tomorrow.
It happens all the time.
I was given a look at you.
Now i'm at a loss.
Words like an angel you're sent from love.
This man isn't my effect but my cause.
He tells me not what I want to hear but what I need.
His essence I die to breath.
If I wake up from a dream and find no one like him in reach
I just hope I can remember the things he spoke, the words he was able to teach.
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Poems in the Breaking.
RomanceThe following is based on moments in mine or someone else's heartache, crush, relationship and other feelings when love just sucked. Something that once was bliss as now turned to shi*. That teenage romance, marriage, lover and even soul mate al...
