The battles always choose which one of us will lose. Broken love
The battles always choose,
Just which one of us will lose.
Caught between love and hate,
Saying you are sorry is now too late.
Words from your lips strike their blow.
My life is passing in front of me slow.
Where is the love we once knew?
It made me feel alive as it grew.
When you cheated you cast the first stone.
You were backing out I should have known.
Deep inside I could feel my heart break,
As the tears I cried filled my private lake.
How can we survive this indiscretion?
Can we regain the love and affection?
The love songs our hearts sang are all gone,
Still this vicious battle for love wages on.
How do I go on with a broken heart,
As we learn to grow and live apart?
I silently watch as you walk out the door,
All alone longing for our love to restore.
Poetry challenge
Broken Love
The battles always choose
Some very heartfelt poetic feelings being released here. When my first wife died of cancer my world was torn apart. It's hard to equate that with a lover that is still alive. I wrote a short story about he that took 20 years to get out.
Another of your supreme and great heartfelt write, going strong on the den today and I love these pieces of your work. Satisfying to read and anxious for your love to return to you and life will go on better for you.
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Sheila
This was a sad ode but beautifully written.
I am touched by this precious gift of yours.
Very delicate piece...
~Jonathon~
nice...
Art Sun...
Blessings,
John Michael