My Heart's Not Broken.......
My Heart's not broken,
It could not break,
For my One True Love my Heart does ache.
You came along and saw me through
the days of pain and grey,
but now this gorgeous sunny morn
I choose to walk away.
You've made your choice,
strung me along
and now I've paid the price,
but you will know just what you've lost....
Eternal Sacrifice.
Have your white-haired lady,
your ancient Meryl Streep,
but don't think I shall mourn your loss,
don't think that I shall weep.
The years we shared are all gone now,
and I shall not retract,
no longer will I stand by you
please take this as a fact.
I'm free and single,
much to give,
don't care for Dali's art,
I'm up for Love
the deeper kind...
I'm offering my Heart...
To someone who will treat it
as though it's made of glass,
Fragile, Pure and ever True,
Authentic, Good not crass...
You have Betrayed, Disloyal been,
but now your bed you've made,
She'll suss you out,
see through your act...
Naive old Meter Maid.....
My Heart is bruised not broken,
and I will hand the token,
you gave to me the day we met
back to you to keep...
the cold, stone heart it has become,
For now I'm walking into Sun......
When I gave her my heart I could feel it crack,
And there is something about a broken heart
That makes you not want to take it back.
This poem tells me you were hurt by someone you trusted, but you had the strength and resolve to move forward. Always seek out the sun and like a flower you will begin to thrive.
PS
Regis. 🌼🌺💛🍁
That said I note from your timeline of poetry that you were pretty inactive here in 2013. Me too. Different reasons I imagine. Workin' on it. Patrick
heart is bruised not broken and I wll hand the token, each verse is expressing the way in which you were betrayed and hurt by someone you
loved and had great faith in. Loved reading it today. Thanks for the write.
Bless you, xx
Christine
Chin up girl and eyes wide open.
Blessings of love to come for you.
Expressive write. Enjoyed!
Lady Mary Ann
Ron
I give this a thumbs up perfect 10
Kathy
Cheers,
Dan
Love ya!
Jane
You should have flipped him that token like you were flipping him the bird
Then walked away without a word.
(But I do love the Meryl Streep and the meter maid jabs)
budd
Hugs,
David
Sandie