My heart is so weak
my thoughts so unclear
My body aches from lack of affection
noone man wants to love me
Cant find true love
no truths all lies
My heart hearts from the rips and tears
of broken promises
My body used and used
battered and broken
His eyes see the curve of my bodice
not the depth of my soul
The character I possess
or the love waiting within
My heart is downtrodden and alone
no warm words to comfort me
To lull me into a nightmare
Dreaming of passion burned by deceit
My heart,My heart...............
Well said, this poem takes uncertainties of a woman and grips the reader with a need to reach out and comfort. Love may be evasive to this heart now but she will not sell herself cheap...if it is worth having as the old saying goes it is worth waiting for.
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Great job
Fee