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Poet of the River

(july 27 1994 / California, but move around a lot.)

A Broken Heart (Sad)


We are all hurt in life.
They say that pain lessons over time,
but that pain never truly fades.
We simple cover it in scar tissue to help dull the pain.
but it never truly goes away.

Submitted: Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Edited: Saturday, May 19, 2012

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  • Johnny Dodo (3/21/2012 12:03:00 AM)

    Pain is a memory that scabs over with time, yet when you tear the scab again you bleed all over. (Report) Reply

  • Naida Nepascua Supnet (11/6/2011 4:29:00 AM)

    TRUE
    WE WILL NEVER FORGET THE PAIN THAT IT CAUSED US
    ESPECIALLY IF IT HITS BIG TIME
    NICE SHORT CONCISE AMAZINGLY WRITTEN POEM
    TEN VOTES (Report) Reply

  • Romeo Della Valle (8/7/2011 4:56:00 PM)

    A very impressive and heart touching write that reveal clearly a human condition that we all bear in life! A well penned and poignant write! 10+++ Keep inspiring the World with you beautiful and thought provoking writes! If time permits, please read and enjoy one of my poems with similar title like yours A BROKEN HEART, thank you! Love and Peace for always, Romeo from New York.... (Report) Reply

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