The Broken Hearts
The world is full of broken hearts,
so mine was nothing new,
and anyone who loves someone
could lose that person too.
I thought I'd found the one for me
the day I danced with you;
I gave my heart without reserve;
you knew I would be true.
Alas for me, your love was false,
and so I'm feeling blue -
although my broken heart will mend.
This feels like deja vu...
written 17th September for Constance's All the Little Pieces contest
Copyright © Jack Horne | Year Posted 2016
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