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Author: Voice of a Pen
Fiction Rated: K - English - Poetry/Tragedy - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-14-06 - Updated: 03-14-06 - id:2132502

Broken

God please forgive me for I have sinned

You see I have played the game of life and I have cheated with no intensions to win

It is as if I am meant to catch my own fallen tears

Seems there’s no one out there for me and even more every night I begin to fear

Even though I write of love within the words of my poems

Truth is I live a life unloved and forever meant to be alone

I don’t understand how you can give someone your love when it will only bring pain

In this world so alone left standing in the rain

You see I must admit I have a confession to make

I truly don’t believe in love and I would rather feed on hate

Just to think I was the one who said “Cupids Arrows Never Miss”

All this time I spent searching for what truly doesn’t exist

I prayed for you to stay knowing you would one day walk away

Cause the joy was in my grasp but the heart break was only on its way

“Once upon a time” I thought you were “My Queen”

I remember “Welcome back” and I remember “Cupids Wings”

You see all because I gave my heart with no hesitation

Leading to the heart break which became my inspiration

Now I see all the worry the breakup and the doubt

Were all ways for god to give something to write about

Funny how you can go through so little and make it through with so much

Some of the best in poetry all because one felt so weak without ones touch

Love came and pain took it away

Now I am left all alone at night and blinded from the day

Who knew poetry could become my future, present and past

Who knew all the love I felt was never meant to last

I was inspired by pain to break the hearts of others

Then that same pain past down to break the heart of another

I thought I gave my soul when I didn’t have one to give

I thought you were my life when I didn’t have one to live

We spend our whole life wishing for what never really was

Meant for nothing but hurt due to the conspiracy known as love

Even those I see still together do not seem so much meant to be

I couldn’t settle for anything less that would not be the life for me

You say there is no such thing as a perfect love though are you really bluffing?

Because you also say nothing is impossible and impossible is nothing

If we just listen hard then we can all see

That love only tears you apart and no it’s not just me

Listen to all the love songs and all the sorrow they obtain

The world embraces the hurt you see we are addicted to the pain

Truth is it hurts more knowing love is just a word

I wonder would it hurt less if it was a word I never heard

What’s the point of emotion what’s the point of feelings?

You can pass by what I speak of though it is the truth I am revealing

Still I’d give up the truth for a chance at rehabilitation

Please someone give me a reason to believe again and restore my broken inspiration

Love is just a way to strengthen the soul so we will never bend no matter what choices we make

Though while a pencil cannot bend it’s guaranteed to break

No longer will I dot my I’s an cross my T’s

I have created what wrong form what’s right as my heart forever bleeds

I will live life with the four letter word never to be spoken

You see there’s no need to repair a heart that is meant to be forever broken…



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