Heather Browning

Love - Poem by Heather Browning

How when you lose everything you love, there's nothing left below and nothing left above? Your whole life just crumbled and fell. Now the future you had all went to hell. Tears come and go but the pain never leaves. The only time you rest is when you're begging from your knees. How a love so perfect slipped right through your hands, how a feeling so right can barely take a stand. It seems like a nightmare living in your dreams. But when you wake up its all as what it seemed. How when you lose everything you love, nothing is left inside but a filthy pool of blood? Your whole life has fallen to the ground, your heart has no choice, it will never make a sound.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008

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