I'Ve Broken Your Heart

I've broken your heart You've broken mine too Thinking of that, makes me so blue. I miss your "exprussians" in your Natasha voice, Not much of a poem, but I'm no James Joyce. You'd be surprised that I'm now writing verse, They aren't very good, but I'm sure you've seen worse. Don't known you'll read this, I expect not, But writing now helps me deal with my lot. Do you miss me? I'll never know, I guess it's true, we reap what we sow. You're a wonderful woman and I miss you so, I want us to talk, but you'd tell me to go. It's not words of closure I need to be spoken, I need a new heart, because this one is broken.