"BROKEN HEARTS"
PLEASE DON'T LOOK MY WAY IN THE CORRIDOR, DON'T ME OFFER ME GENTLE STARES OR YOUR KIND EYES OR MEEK SMILES, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I KNOW HOW YOU'RE GAME WORKS. I KNOW HOW YOU WORK. GIRLS AREN'T TISSUES. AND YOU DO NOT CRY, SO WHY BOTHER USE THEM.USE AND DISCARD- USE AND DISCARD- USE AND DISCARD- A VERY VERY PATHETIC CYCLE FOR ONE WHO ONCE HAD SO MUCH LOVE WITHIN HIS HEART. IT IS NOT MY FAULT THAT YOU COULDN'T SAVE HER. NO ONE COULD SAVE HER. CANCER IS A HORRID THING. YOU LOVED HER, AND WE ALL KNEW THAT, WE ALL KNOW THAT. YOU LOVED HER IMMENSELY. NO ONE WILL EVER BE HER, EVER. SO DON'T AROUND TOWN, TRYING TO FIND SOMEONE TO REPLACE HER, TO LOVE YOU LIKE SHE ONCE DID, BECAUSE ALL THAT WILL COME OF IT, IS A BUNCH OF BROKEN HEARTS.
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PoetryA collection of poetry and prose for the lost souls who roam the earth, may my words offer you some shelter.
