I had it coming now
you know, I really did
I worked for it so hard
then I went and broke my own heart
I thought it better to have had and lost
but how on Earth could I have known the cost
to still my heart's beating myself
Now, I just keep it on a dusty shelf
though the pain hasn't yet left me
This way, I can't lose it again, see
So I'm learning to be on my own
maybe once I'll feel like I've grown
Breaking out of those small confines
I now walk with a straighter spine
It was a lesson, and it was tough
but one day, I just might feel enough.
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Old Words
PoetryA collection (and selection) of my old poetry. If you want to read some of my more recent work, check out The Magic Of Poetry, An Abundance Of Haiku or Bright.
