Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Broken Love
You held my empty handand I took hold of yours.
We should have seen that like two towers
we would be demolished.
Now these winds brush
across my wreckage area of a heart
and I know that you've changed me
and we'll never be the same.
When only hope remains
and hope's what makes you hurt
it seems easy to let go but better to hold on.
Manipulation was not the key here
but as the taste of your lips it sure was desireable,
wasn't it?
"I love you" were the words you whispered in my ear
and what left me standing here
holding the pieces of a broken love.
Labels: Poetry