The Color of heartbreak is not red,
It's the brown taint sick of a boy,
Who sat in the front row of my class.
After shackle of heart laid at the feet of many,
Always expecting them to be broken in more piece,
I thought his gentle hands could piece them together.
I trusted his sweet soft words,
Wispered to me like the waves tease the shore.
He asked for my trust and i gave him my heart.
And for the first time I didn't expect my heart to be broken.
And for the first time my heart was truly broken.
The color of heartbreak is the,
Pearly white perfectly arranged teeth.
Smiling at me and changing the beat of my broken heart.
The color of heartbreak is the look of a lover that never loves you enough to stay.
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heart broken poetry
Poetrypoems written from a heart that only dreamt of love and never has felt its touch.
