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sorrows of a broken heart
Contributed by
sorrowsofabrokenheart
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Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 09:09:53 PM in AEST
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I don’t know who I’ve become
A sad reflect of who I once was
Growing up has taken its toll
Dreams lost somewhere along the way
Morals set aside, with promises betrayed
Selfish ambitions, heartless confessions
Believing in my own lies
Afraid to truly open up, letting the world inside
I scream at the top of my lungs
But only in my head
These tears with meanings I never speak
Though ill never admit it
Feeling so sick to my stomach
So tired of pretending
When will I find the strength
To speak of what I’m really feeling
Rain falling a perfect cover
For the worlds most inconsiderate lover
And my apologies, I was to blind to see
To arrogant to understand
Lead astray with a trusting hand
With one last smile I let it die
Cold with emotion. I’m letting them inside.
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2009-10-12 21:09:53]
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Re: sorrows of a broken heart
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by emystar on
Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 09:24:28 PM AEST
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Sad but great writing. It must have been hard to write this.
Great work.
Huggs, blessings,
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Re: sorrows of a broken heart
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by northernlights on
Monday, 12th October 2009 @ 11:59:43 PM AEST
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| open and honest through your writing enjoyed this poem |
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Re: sorrows of a broken heart
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by MorguesMatter on
Monday, 26th October 2009 @ 07:59:01 PM AEST
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| The sincerety in your lines where almost tangible. Your life has not been imagined it shows that you have lived-Morgues |
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