HeartacheA Poem by Day
Heartache
My heart isnt a play ground not something you can use till you get sick of it, and move on to another. My heart is a precious thing, not somthing you can just break, and go to a jewler fix in two days. My feelings are true not a horror movie with unreal stunts. My pain is indescribable, no anesthesia can over come. One day you'll see. One day you'll feel. The same thing like what you put me through. One thing is certain you will regret, and you wont forget. You wont forget the day i tell you i dont feel sorry for you. Your just another, heartache.
© 2008 DayAuthor's Note
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