29 September 2014

Was only my heart

just the thought of you used to make me smile
it breaks my heart
there was a time you made me feel special
you broke my heart
than something happened, you changed overnight
you killed my heart

you pushed me away and tossed me aside
while stomping on my heart until it died

Octave Poem
Love is a Four Letter Word
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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