Measured heartbeats
pass the time
no counting on you
these are all mine.
Too many nights
wasted alone
finally realising
now that you're gone
you didn't deserve them.
So, every beat
is now appreciated
never taken for granted
or neglected
like you used to.
I hope one day
your heart understands
the pain inflicted
from being let down
and you learn from it.
Because I know I have.
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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...
