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Broken Heart

by

Michelle Brown



Many hurtful words were spoken, can't turn back hearts have been broken.
Saddness takes over my soul. "Does your love come with a toll?"
What will I be but empty, blinded by this love I cannot see.
Feeling stranded without your touch, alone with the loss of so much.
Tears overcome my eyes and heart. All of my wishes have come apart.
Life consists of many ups and downs, with every turning point coming round.
I weaken in strength every day, my simple dream asks you only to stay.
You will never ever see me crying, but inside I am slowly dying.
I pretend I don't need you each time that I see you.
Only realizing my dream has ended, with a pain in my heart that can't be mended.
A ache deep inside, the pain so real. "Do you hurt the same, how do you feel?"
Emotions ran wild, we set each other free. Holding each other is were I long to be.
Lonley, and broken my world seems to crumble. But love is blind so through life we all stumble.


Me and Love

by

Michelle Brown

She gives he heart only 80 percent, the other 20 is filled with hurt and resent.
Of people she loved that left er cold and alone. Turning a once warm heart into one of stone.
Now afraid to love and be hurt anymore. Resiting the ones she could love and adore.
For a heart betrayed can be hard to mend, who can she trust in and call a friend?
Becoming cruel like those who let her down, turning others trusting faces into a frown.
But she forgives her heartbreakers, they've all felt the same. Victoms of a vicious cycle are the to blame?
They to hurt hiding in a safe little shell. Only to live alone in there personal hell.
It's said treat others as we want to be treated. So stop letting this hurt be passed on and repeated.
Just put down your gaurd, and drop the gloves. Believe in yourself and others, feel a world that loves.


Untitled

by

Michelle Brown

Therefore I exist only to be who I am,
Me,
a single one who I pray,
so long,
so often,
I've forgotten how to feel the inside of this fair skinned
casing,
smoking filterless cigarettes,
to numb,
My legs.
I scratch some scratches,
My very own insides,
My very own real smiles,
staring at the sadness of hollow
smiles,
not caring or being remembered.