A broken heart
My heart is aching, for the love you wants showed me. It’s as if someone tore my soul apart. Since I’ve lost you, I haven’t been the same. My broken heart has sent me on fire, and turned me into a heartless soul. I will not go, without a fight, I know my love I had for you, once is now gone because of a broken heart that was made by you, with your dishonesty. But, some how I can for give you, because god once told me its going to be okay. Even though you, have a broken heart you must move on and forgive those who may have deceived you, and hurt your soul and broke your heart, you must move on, so when you die someday you can be at piece, with the souls who broke your heart. So go at peace, even with a broken heart.💔
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Jennifer lindquist
I’ve always had a interest in poetry since I took a creative writing class in high school. Writing poetry is my safe place where I can either get positive or sometimes negative energy out by my writing of poetry.
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