Hardships and Heartbreaks
Living alone in this
Torturesome world
Which is very
Unusual indeed
You're used to
Being with your love
Being held close
To feel their warmth
Then life came along
And tore you apart
Leaving you only
With a broken heart
Depression overtakes you
Your walls break down
Your cheeks are tear-stained
Your voice is gone
Silence fills you now
Loneliness is your life
No use to move on
So your life is now gone
Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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| Conspiracy | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
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| Silent Screams | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| A Hollywood Horror | 0 | 04/05/2010 |
| My Heart | 1 | 04/05/2010 |
| Hardships and Heartbreaks | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
| Splinters | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| The Breakup | 1 | 03/20/2010 |
| Breathing Bells | 0 | 03/20/2010 |
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