Broken

A poem from a while ago

 

 

Is it possible to break

That which was already broken?

When it all comes down to it

Do they matter, those words spoken?

 

Every morning I awake

I remember your hand in mine

Is it my fault, or cruel fate’s,

That our destinies intertwine

 

When scared its you I think of

Even though I try forgetting

Though I know I should move on

To hear of her is upsetting

 

But its far to call it love

I’m just misguided after all

I’m the one who it stopped it, yet

I still await your loving call

 

In the end, all that matters

To me, is to be loved, I think

Broken souls take any love

Yet mem’ries send me to the brink

 

Give hearts on silver patters

Just ready for a great breaking

I’ll take any hearts it seems

Whether they be worth the taking

 

For eternity we part

I’ll not ruin you any more

We’re just friends, and I need love

So I’ll leave you forever more

 

‘Cuz you didn’t break my heart

Sincerely are these words spoken

But how I wish you could have

Shown that my heart’s not so broken

Author's Note

Tell me what you think, honestly please

Reviews

[Wolfe Greytome]

I like the feel this has.