Broken hearts, love's deceit, pieces fall down to my feet. Broken promises, love's a lie, puddles form from tears I cry. Broken dreams, love's illusion, sorrowed cause of your intrusion. Broken hope, love's a game, doesn't last, ends the same. Broken sleep, love's the cause, digs at me with sharpened claws. Broken spirit, love of sorrow, stolen now is my tomorrow. Broken life, love is lost, Broken now and that's the cost.
The form of this poem and the rhyming of it is perfect. It read almost like a song within itself. Love is always constant it is us who are flacky about love. We treat it mearly as a chemical that makes us feel good and we never understand that to love someone is to chose to love them even after the chemical goes away. Great write.
I really related to this, especially 'pieces fall down to my feet'. When you have had your heart broken like that, you really feel as if pieces of 'you' are falling away, leaving you broken beyond repair
I was with one of my friends this past weekend and I drew an Ed Hardey picture that says "Love is a gamble". This poem reminded me of that. Your rhyming, like SpokenWord said, was perfect. You made it look very easy. I'm pretty sure most of us can relate to what was said in this poem. Great job. Keep on writing! :D
The form of this poem and the rhyming of it is perfect. It read almost like a song within itself. Love is always constant it is us who are flacky about love. We treat it mearly as a chemical that makes us feel good and we never understand that to love someone is to chose to love them even after the chemical goes away. Great write.