Of no passing moment's
Sadness, light-blown brushed.
Of itself, for its grief
Wrapped; without relief
Life; a lady, brittle.
Orchid in a frost.
Facial-sunned, no degree
Of love's warmth can free.
Promises are made only to fade quickly with broken vows that are never given a chance to be kept.
How easily they are gathered and weathered and swept under the woven rug.
Empty words of love are spoken to tease your heart that is bleeding and broken,
But soon they fade into the bitter, cold night, in hopes of finding a place to lay down and die without a fight.
When your tears subside and you find your way out of the foggy haze, you step into denials' search for better days...only to find yourself looking for someone to blame for all your heart ache and shame.
In the shattered mirror left hanging on the wall...you are left to come to a realization...and you spend the rest of your life protecting your broken heart.
Rb
as shadows stake claim to dark night
somewhere a lonely gypsy is singing
and weeping drops upon dry ground
making camp with sad voice ringing
lady luck no longer walks at his side
each night he sits by this fire for one
remembering a girl called Irish Rose
her eyes lighting a room like the sun
while she danced men paid her well
she chose the guy offering the most
every night he still sees her swaying
love's fortunes just a shadowy ghost
for his Irish Rose no longer remains
killed by a group of angry townsfolk
now he drives his cold empty wagon
humming lonely songs
of
the
heartbroke
Michael J. Falotico
Contest “How to fix a broken heart.”
If your Lady runs off and leaves ya,
If she won’t come back that’s right,
Hit her over the rear with the bridle,
Till she runs right out of sight ,
Cos ya bound to catch a new one,
If ya cast the rope just right,
To saddle up, mount an ride,
all through the starry night,
no need to bloody worry mate,
if she feels a bit uptight,
be kind an gentle, any rate,
with your new, sweetness an light.
Don Johnson
father dear , you lied and betrayed.
i cant believe you.
words are all talk.
thats what you are, all talk and no actions.
you do drugs to hide from your kids.
so they wont see how much of a low life you are.
father dear, change your life or i wont be apart of it.
father dear, i am beautiful in my own way.
father dear, i am smart.
im tierd of being broken, its my turn to be whole.
father dear, your a fool.
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