Heartbreak it never gets easier.
I expect it yet it still cuts as deep.
It's all the same story yet feels so different each time.
How could I not learn from the scars on my heart?
Is it hope or stupidity that drives me to repeat my past?
Why do I have a desire to feel a connection yet I don't like to be social?
Is it me or is it something else?
Do I have a limit of heartache?
Is this just the path to find the one?
Is there a one for me?
Will I be alone?
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoesíaPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
