Dear broken heart, why can't you fix me?
And dear broken heart, are you still with me?
And when I lay my head down and
Think of the things that I'll never do,
Dear broken heart, know I'm thinking of you.
Dear restless past, I remembered you,
And the way you make things wrong.
Do you want my tears to fall?
So I'm standing all alone,
All by myself, cold to the bone.
Do you still want me there, just to take the fall?
Dear broken heart, will you want me after all?
Dear desperate soul, are you still searching for the one?
The one who made me what I am,
The one who broke this heart and made me who I am,
Ripped from his hands.
And dear broken heart, this letter is for you.
I hope you get it in time.
And please dear broken heart, promise me you won't cry, cry, cry.
Please don't cry for me.
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The Woebegone's Deepest Thoughts
PoesíaAll we can do is to write what we feel, what we experience in life and what dramas we've been through in our lives. A collection of book consisting of poems and short stories dedicated to the people who can relate theirselves about it. Some are real...
