First off....this is an old poem...and I hardly ever write poems unless I feel the urge to...so yeah...>.<
Shattered at the end.
The pieces of the heart that you have broken
Yurn to feel your presence
They are tied..
Tied to the touch of your cold heart..
The cold yet kind heart I feel in love with
If only, just for a second, the peices could come back together..
But that is only a joke..
For how can a shattered mirror pick it's self up..
When no one cared when it was together?
They say "Buy a new one, this one is no good"
But how can you do that to a heart?
Hearts that have truely been broken by someone they are tied to
Will never be the same..
Corrupted by the pain of something felt to be missing
When you question..Was it ever there to begin with?
As you remember...
remember back to the time when the cold heart
Loved you as you loved them..
But, eventually...
cold hearts can never love someone
who was wounded from the start
And shattered at the end.
Comments please. >.<
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