Broken Hearted

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Date Submitted: 01/28/2014 08:34 AM

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Her eyes tired by crying,

Red and swollen

The whole world upside down for her.

Everything she believed changed.

Now she remember,

Remember a proverb heard someone say at time long forgotten;

That a coin has two sides.

She can still feel the pain in her heart.

There is no heart there anymore;

But shattered pieces of a broken heart.

A heart full of liveliness once;

Full with love to share once

No heart now there,

No love now there,

just a rock filled with sorrow now there

Instead of the soft feather like heart

Why don’t men understand the value of a woman’s heart?

It is like a fine porcelain figure,

Easy to break.

Not a ball to throw and to play with.

She remembers those days when she used to be happy.

She would just run, playing, singing and dancing.

The girl who used to smile and laugh in the sunshine is no more.

That happy girl is no more

Now it is just a figure of a girl,

A girl with no heart in the darkest corner of the room,

She scowls and cries

But never smile or laugh.

Gone was the girl who always wore the prettiest smile.

Gone was the girl who sang with the sweetest voice.

Gone was the girl who every girl envied.

Gone was the girl who spread happiness.

The girl is no longer real.

She became just a fine memory in everyone’s mind.

Those good memories flashed through her mind.

Those memories were like a drop of water in the desert

Her lips wanted to curve into a smile,

But no it can’t.

Her lips can’t remember how to smile.

She longed very much to smile

She sat there remembering those old good days.

That old lively girl only lives in her memory.

A thought flashed through her mind,

It was about him

The man she loved the most,

The man she was ready to die for,

And yet he is the reason for this never ending sorrow

Streams of tears rolled down her cheeks.

The thought of him made sparks of anger in her eyes.

Anger born from extreme hate.

As time went the fire of anger became...