|
A lonely heartThe lone heart has lost all hope; to many dreams lost he can't cope. To many sorry you're not my type, tired of love and all the hype. A shattered heart, who tried once more, now lies in pieces at the door. Does he go on does he dare, love can be good but not always fair. He picks up the pieces and steps to the light, it'll be hard but he'll be all right... By Sandra Warfield Sunday, June 11, 2006 1:50 AM Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
|
| |||||||||||||||||||
|