They said
Broken hearted souls,
are the most beautiful of them all
But my dear, it's the broken glass
That cuts deep and hurts most
They said
Broken hearted souls
Are the easiest to love
But my dear, what's there to love
When their hearts are in a thousand pieces
They said
Broken hearted souls
Are the most forgiving
But my dear, it's the broken ones
That are filled with revenge bitter and deep
What they failed to tell me about
Broken hearted souls, was that
Just like you cannot write, with a broken hand
You cannot love with a broken heart
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Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
