This Broken Heart
Pain from this broken heart feels more like broken bones,
I could never see myself with another, because my heart has yet
to restore it’s beat, my heart beat once in pain, and twice for hate.
What can one do to feel whole again?
When my heat has been broken once two many, and hate and pain is all I know.
The love I had for one almost killed me, and the love for another save me.
And knowing if this love from this other leave, I will no longer have a reason to live.
SO I wait for my heart to find a hip hop beat,
instead it plays the blues and still this broken heart slowly
but surely, and maybe one day it will regain it’s
hip hop beat.
Copyright © Anita Norwood | Year Posted 2008
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