The clock struck eight
her heart hit the floor.
Another no show
she couldn't take any more
Of this constant disappointment
emotions shattered, broken mess.
Lies defined all that they were now
nothing more and nothing less.
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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...
