Here I am lying upon my bed
With a wounded heart
You ripped it out of my chest
You tore it apart
Your leaving has put me through Hell
Now my heart’s still bleeding
For it’s still pounding
Still under your spell
For I’m at the bottom of my life
Wandering if soon I will die
I miss you more than you ever know
I keep calling But there is no answer
Your coldness has turned my heart to stone
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Author:
Tony36 (
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- Category: Love
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Comments6
Oh Tony I am so sorry that you are going through heartbreak. I wrote a poem today that I think is a testament to love.......you'll find love again! I know your wounds are fresh but time heals all wounds.
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Sad and heart-rending read Tony
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A vivid portrayal of heartbreak. Great read.
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Tony, in time you'll look at all the good love you have enjoyed and are presently missing. Keep that warm wholesome feeling of love within you, for you know you are worth loving. Take it with you always, it will make you strong, confident and visible.Better loving will follow.
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Fitting that our best writes come from our hearts deepest feelings. Trust in love, for love will come to you again. ; )
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You're very welcome Tony.
Very sadly emotive write. I hope that love returns in your life.
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