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The Brutal Battle Of A Brokenheart
Contributed by
xFaLLeNxFaRiex
on
Sunday, 13th November 2005 @ 07:20:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Her eyes leaked,
On and on.
Tears whispering down her cheeks.
Trying to control her fiery heartbeat.
She had only wished that those words didn't come out of her mouth.
Now his response only shatters her heart as they repeat in her head.
She's trying to calm herself, hoping that maybe she'll move on.
But she doubts the untold.
And minute after minute she wants to surrender herself to the gates of the risen.
Her friends are worried.
They see her cry at night.
And they know she's hiding something.
Sometimes life is about survival, bringing us to a turning point in our lives.
She's taken that defeat it gives us.
Her life has been thrown into the pits of broken glass.
Where many ripped out hearts remain.
She cannot bear the pain he released onto her poor soul.
But one day she'll find herself again.
And then she'll feel loved, despite the embarrassment she obtains.
Because she's tied up in an emotonal blain.
Trapped like a firefly in a jar that's fluttering around for freedom.
She's close to going insane.
And no one can help her but him.
This is the brutal battle of a brokenheart.
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2005-11-13 19:20:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Brutal Battle Of A Brokenheart
(User Rating: 1 ) by P0rNStAr on
Monday, 14th November 2005 @ 02:46:27 AM AEST (User
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Good write.. Countless times I have been in the same situation but could never move on blinded by what I thought was love.. When you find the one it;s so very different and the past does not even matter no more..
But one day she'll find herself again.
And then she'll feel loved,"
Yes one day and I hope it's soon
Nice write
x take care x
hugs x
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