The Story of the Broken Hearted by Whitney Byrd

The Story of the Broken Hearted

I never knew How I loved you....
But I loved you with all my heart....
But what you did to me baby tore me apart

I never Knew loves agony- or hurtful tears
never felt this way in all my 17 years

I dreamed of you holding me-
I dreamed of you wanting me-
I dreamed of you liking me-
I dreamed of you caring for me-

My wish came true- You told me you liked me
But then that day came- When I went crazy
You told me you didn't need me anymore
That you found someone knew-
I finally knew loves pain & what it would do

It was like a knife stabbed my heart-
It sank to the very pit-
It fell to pieces- Bit- by- Bit

I can't believe you left me-
My heart can't leave you-
But now look what you did to my heart...
I felt like an abandoned puppy
Everything so blurry- I couldnt believe
That day when we kissed- It hurt me
It hurt me to know that you kissed
And flew away....
I was in so many tears- I didnt Have the heart to tell you what I wanted to say

My mind, My Body, and My tears-
Went out of control-
When I needed you, you were there
You were my life, my dream, My every soul.

If there was a way for us to be-
Then I would take the chance
Even though you hurt me-
I loved you since first glance....

Ever since those brown eyes looked at me....
I fell for you- I loved you, I needed you
But you threw out my heart like it was an unwanted Animal- And now we were through.

When Christmas came- I was so happy...
We went to the movies- how sweet it was
You grabbed my hand... You were with me....

I still have the necklace that you gave me..
And never will I let it go...
For everytime I hold it close to me
The feelings in me I want to show....

I'm dying to tell you this- but I can't
You left my heart- you left it unwanted
You left it to die-
It felt like it was abused- and tattered
You crumbled every piece of my heart-
The pieces on the floor were shattered

But I still I wait- I'll try to let you go
But it's impossible- for I love you so

Even though you said goodbye-
Even though you might not return-
But forever my love 4 you will always burn

-Whitney Byrd -

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A mocking poem describing how Western democracy has been built on other people's sufferings

So we'll go no more a roving

So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving,

For I am God

You do not want to believe me?

Hope is the thing...

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all,

The Story of the Broken Hearted

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