Dear love, my heart is torn,
Soul just as surely shorn.
Cut, slashed, burned,
The lesson's learned.
A heart, nevermore given out,
At them I'll gladly shout:
Go on; leave me be!
Why can't you see?
Loving someone? A lofty goal,
But it only rips at my soul.
It's left me a mess,
Go on, play w/ the rest.
A tombstone reveals a grave,
A heart none would save.
Let it lie in state,
Finding love? Too late.
Pain, misery, is what's found,
Look! There upon the ground!
A good heart lies there,
These words laid bare.
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Author:
AnAlpaca (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We fall into love, we fall out of love. The highest of highs; the lowest of lows. Sometimes I think love is the universe's joke on us.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
there's another side to that pain
years later, and if you're still searching
you'll be hoping, you could still remember
what it felt like, to be hurt by love..
so I advise you, young poet
don't waste too much time
on being angry, search
for the next opportunity
try to move on, endlessly
fear the day
when love is but a mirage
and your feeling's are numb...
thanks for sharing
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