Hank Williams Cold, Cold Heart
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You never could keep your promises
you broke each and every one
with a heart like ice
you cared for only yourself
I was a fool to cry over you
but even a fool
learns how to play the game
my Mom always told me
son, she ain't worth the bother
but I was young and starstruck,
imagination running wild
lovelorn is the word
with scales on my eyes
you twisted your words
and broke my heart in bits
while I hung on grimly
to every last vestige of hope
dreaming my life away,
wishing on a lucky star
when you are in love
you are blind to the truth
and the last one to know
what's going on
always is yourself
but I held on with courage
to my self respect
and God sent me an Angel
who resigned you to Hell
Copyright by Peter Paton 2006
"Cold Cold Heart"
A profound sharing, another Peter great.
Love in the heart conquers all regardless of
how painful. Wonderful poem!
Thank you,
Gwendolyn
Micke
to my self respect and God sent me an Angel who resigned you to Hell" BRAVO! Liza
So very true. So true, indeed.
Hugs,
CJ
you are blind to the truth
and the last one to know
what's going on"
This is so bloody true that it makes my teeth hurt Sir Peter.
Indeed, like a cathartic, this write, in its cut to the chase emotion that was invoked in you. Kudos!
Often our innocence is trampled upon by those who care for naught save themselves. I have numerous memories of equal fervor my dear and blessed friend.
In fraternity and poetic vision ...
Richard Lloydd Cederberg
Excellent Peter
TY
Ch'erie
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
BTW I really love that graphic - just captures the theme very well and well...I just really like it. :)
Love tinka
Love, life, hugs and care to you!!
Why is it that we are the last ones to know when we allow ourselves to be blinded by love...?
Your true Angel would never be assigned to the helly realms; for she'd be a reflection of you!!
Powerful stuff!
Love and Blessings Suzie :-D
It's a good thing you were young and awestruck, and have had plenty of time to recover!
A hurt like that shatters one's heart...and crushes the spirit.
I trust that wound has been all healed up...but it sure delivered some powerful writing, even now!
Love&blessings, Rhonda
Myrna
Your heart pain is here but so is your lesson.
Love,
Susan
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
Take care,
Sherry
you are the phoenix
good one peter