What ever came of that broken heart that so many of us have come to know? That haunted us for years and just wouldn’t seem to let go. Like a shadow, it followed us, and like a nightmare it entered our head to a point where sleeping became a problem, and you would stay up all night in bed.
What came to this broken heart that love was newly defined, to something so opposite we didn’t want to let it enter our mind. Did it go away with the season, turn right around and come back for a new reason? Or did it go away today just to come back in the month of May? Did it leave our mind just to come back in another time, or did it go, to a place where we could neither imagine nor know? What came of this broken heart that I often called mine, I believe it was never broken it was just me being blind.
- Eddie Rod.
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Really a good composition.Worth reading.Thank you for sharing...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I believe that we all have experienced a broken heart at some time and your writing expresses those feelings for us all. A good write. A 10.