I do, I write poetry, Its a good way to get things out.
Hearts are broken.
But haven't spoken.
Silence only spirits hear.
And love is far from near.
Ive shed too many tears.
Kisses meant nothing after all that loving,
Between us two,
Now all that's left is Me not you,
To love.
To cherish.
To hold.
To kiss away the pain.
To mend this broken hearts pain.
Broken away by hate and lies,
And sorrow, and pain.
So now that ive lain down to rest,
I Close my eyes,Try not cry,
For everything will be alright.
Tell the world goodnight,
Tell the nightmare goodbye...
Hearts of Glass.
An innocent heart as clear as Glass, pure and whole,
Sweet and true,
Love moves in and works its spell, glittering, glistening,
The touch , the smell,
A feeling of joy, pleasure and bliss, oh how did i ever live
Without this,
The world looks beautiful, honest and True,
The tinted colours are all sweet and new,
But then one day the magic stops, the windows turn black ,
the glitter to dust,
The pure clear heart of Glass gets turned in turmoil,
Thrown about carelessly, falls ,and is broken,
All in pieces smashed up inside, and then there is no place to hide.
You cry and dissmay , will this pain go away?
you feel as though life is ending, or no need to go on,
But you must not give in, you must be strong.
A heart made of Glass got broken its true, some how one day,
Some other heart will fix you.
xxx
2007-09-15
08:08:05
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