To Mend a Heart
To mend a heart is one of the hardest things to do. I should know, for my heart is ripped and torn. I mourn every time I think of her. My beutiful enemy. I loved her more than love itself. The perfect girl, in my eyes. She sent me lies, mixed signals that I misunderstood. She has a lover, a very lucky guy. I wish I was him, I wish I was him. I wish she was mine, I wish she was mine. Im bleeding inside. Someone find the time to help me mend my broken heart. Will I forever bleed, maybe so. I loved her that much. Will my first love turn into my last love? I don't know, only time can tell. But I don't think I'll ever find a girl that could match the love I had for her...Poetry by Salvador Chavez
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 23:52
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