Broken Heart

by

Faye Hoffman

Everytime I think it's good,
the whole thing just goes bad.
I keep holding on to things,
that always make me sad.

I wish that there was just one day,
I didn't want to cry.
But I keep walking through the door,
of a past,in time,gone by.

The thing about a heartache is,
that you can be assured.
When the Doctors knocking at your door,
if it's love,it can't be cured.

It's there each day that passes,
the wounds cannot be healed.
But we learn to mend the pieces,
of our hearts,where tears have spilled.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at In fourteen lines
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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