A hundred pieces.A Poem by ron
A hundred pieces.
A hundred times my heart broke, in shards of spent love that could never be put back together. Alone I slink into the darkness, afraid to love again. A hundred pieces of my heart, stepped and trampled on. Taken for granted... I will only know love as the darkest cruel joke it is. © 2017 ron |
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1 Review Added on May 9, 2017 Last Updated on May 9, 2017 Author
ronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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