I gave him my heart he took what was left of me
I gave him my all I gave him the best of me
then he broke my heart brokeness is what was left in me
Leaving nothing to give because I had to fix the rest of me
Its a good thing I had time on my side
I learned to never love someone who's to caught up in there pride
It took time to realize inorder to be loved on the out you gotta love the you inside
With time I found him and he showed me it was still there my heart hasn't died
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Troubled Soul
PoetryPoetry is a gift, a way of expression for many hidden emotions.