Broken Poem by luis soto
Broken
All she does is play with my heart
My happiness she carries around like groceries in a cart
Appreciation for my love is the only thing I ask for
But all she'll ever do is torture me ever more
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
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6/9/2026 4:32:09 PM # 1.0.0
Full of emotions. My happiness she carries around like groceries in a cart - Do you think that is true? Although others can affect your emotions, please do not let others be in charge of your emotions. You are the only one who are in charge. I am suffering from similar but not exactly the same situation, seeing my happiness depending on others. Sad but true.