this is how i feel right now
like a broken porclien doll
dropped to the floor by the careless child
one doll broke
and one heart in beguile
leads to tears for a broken treasure
like the treasure
deep within my body
the treasure i call my broken heart
the day you vowed to depart
i know what it's like to feel broken. if you ever want to talk to me feel free,
liv
haha thank you
:).
-revengeisweet
i like your poem better.
it just seems thats the way life goes
there is always going to be someone better.
Not only that if everyone wants someone better what happens to you?