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Shattered Hearts To Be Mended

Shattered Hearts To Be Mended When we first met each other, it was all fun and games til' we took a better look We knew we had to exchange names. I couldn't get past you, to the next block of New York Street My mind was racing and my heart skipping beats. I was stunned like a dysfunctional robot with you in my view, as you approached me so politely. We were building our book of memories for those first eight months on 9th street. as the heat between us grew stronger affectionate but slow, what was lust turned into love and it followed us to Henslow. From henslow to 21st coming up from the dirt things started getting shaky and soon enough, you were hurt. I didn't hurt you intentionally. but yet you still looked at me suspiciously and said to me, "just when I was about to give you my all." I broke your heart; it was all my fault I take the blame for the pain, that I caused you to go insane Nine and ten passed and your mind was made up. Month eleven then came; it was revenge just the same. Of course, there's no such thing as good luck so no evidence was discovered until the 12th month. I had the worst feeling, which sent me straight to the morning of Henslow... First knock, second knock, third knock...no answer, I got cold. forth knock, fifth knock, sixth knock... my body went numb and legs locked, as if I were going through shock. my heart fell to the floor and shattered all over. I couldn't pick it up, but I had to stay sober. so, here we are, after the one year line... after all is said and done, I'm still yours and you're still mine. By: Aleasha A. Martin

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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