march 16A Poem by mandiecane321
love is the hashist tourchore rips you apart and never heals completky
the heart races there joy then in a second there are tears and ou have been sliced maybe planned a life now it blows up in a moments notice there are many tears to be shed over the person you loved you may grow to hate them for all the pain because all you gained was a scare maybe unseen but for most you can see it on there face or if your like me on a wrist or leg ? love throws you for a twist can seem so great then pop goes joy and all is left is pain no longer a fan of love maybe ill fin the one that wont break me like all the others have i dont want to bawl anymore i want my heart in tact will i find the one who can fix it all ? © 2011 mandiecane321 |
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Added on April 10, 2011 Last Updated on April 10, 2011 Authormandiecane321parkersburg, WVAboutName is mandie i love to write not only poems just anything really =] i have been writting since i was young. but this is the first time i am posting them on the web give your opinion =] its currently.. more..Writing
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