25 April, 2005
author: Rebecca Ditch-Hammack (aka Dreamer)
There is no price you can put on this pain
What you have inflicted has not been in vain
How dare you treat me with such disregard
To destroy my heart I ask "was it hard?"
I trusted you
I shared with you anyway
How could you be so destructively cold
Just "how much due I owe"
For destroying my heart
What price pays the toll?
Hurt beyond belief
Betrayed and angered
What did I do to deserve this grief
Price... you speak price?
For what you have done
Destroying an antiquity
You jest; is it a pun
Or do you actually regret
What cannot be undone
The price of my heart
Was the cost of your fun
------- Author's Notes -------
My husband's nephew I trusted with a beloved antique guitar returned it to me ruined scarred and broken. One of only 200 made it is irreplaceable, in more ways than one.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, April 25 2005, 05:48 pm|
because you trust and can be trusted ...you placed trust on someone. sorry for the damage it left you with .great read.Terrie*
|Britney (172.16.1.225) -- Monday, April 25 2005, 05:53 pm|
That was cold of him. This showed how you felt inside. Great job... Sorry for what happend. ~Britney~
|barb (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, April 26 2005, 02:48 am|
This was good dreamer you should give this poem to him,to show how much it hurt you, if you are like me I put my feelings better in writing than speech. sorry about what happened.
|jasmine (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, May 2 2005, 08:42 pm|
i am nine years old and i feel sad beacause of my past earlyer when i was younger nine my parents split up and they used to fight its hurt my heart but theese are the kind of poems i write on microsoft the peom was very well writen and touched my heart
|marissa (188.8.131.52) -- Wednesday, November 8 2006, 02:12 am|
love hurts it comes fast but it's hard to holdon when they start to hurt you and lie break u slowly pice by pice jsut get away as fast as u can because i have benn hurt like that and it's not fun.. like they say the ones you love the most you hurt the most but if u really cared than you woud now that it's feels like you were just stabbed with a knife 6in deep into your heart and it takes alot to build it back up
|marissa (10.14.4.239) -- Tuesday, November 14 2006, 03:33 pm|
i love your poem
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