The tears she shed
tried to wash away the pain
but no matter how much she wept
the heartache remained.
She was breaking
from the inside out.
Beyond repair
she had no doubt
this final love
would be the death of her.
If not in body
then in her ability to love.
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In The Name Of Love
Poetry"Come inside this heart of mine, feel the beat to the poets rhyme, words they tumble, spilling pain, tales of woe or love, again." Poems about love, good and bad, real and imagined, sometimes beautiful, sometimes dark but always, always, from the...
