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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