Author: Angel On The Edge
You faced seemed to be carved by angels
I loved your golden hair
I couldnít help but steer
I had that funny feeling
When I saw you near.
How could you hurt me so bad?
When all I did was care
I thought you were so perfect
And that you would always be there.
Love is now something that we donít share
You canít get it back
Even though im still here
You broke my heart
And it canít be repaired.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (126.96.36.199) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 02:09 am|
Aimee,the heart is a very fragile organ....takes a lot for one to do the right thing to build/repair it back up......but...sometimes it can be done....great share...
|joyce ivy (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, January 7 2005, 04:14 am|
thats sad...but we all get our hearts broken from time to time...but eventually they do mend....very well written poem...thanks for sharing...joyce
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