I laughed,
And I prayed.
I loved,
And gave.
I showed my weak side,
And gave them my tattered heart,
Knowing I was giving them the power to destroy me more.
Yet I believed they wouldn't,
And I was wrong.
They didn't break me once,
Or twice...
The thing is
They keep hurting me..
Every time I hear his voice...
Remember his touch and smell...
Hear those three precious words roll off his tongue,
"I love you."
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Short Poems
PoesíaWritten: October 23, 2017 By: Jessica Thompson Short poems put together through time December 19, 2016 to current days. So please enjoy, they are my thoughts, and feelings, and everything.
