Heart Talk

I wasn't lost when you found me, I was just sitting there listening to the melody in my head. I am feeling stupid for the things I have said. And I still love you more than, you ever know. I never meant to break your heart, but I did. And have what's coming, while these tears begin to fall, you don't seem to be amazed at all. You continue to hold on, to your emotion's strong. But, I am trying every angle in the book, just to win him back. And your heart not tugging. So, I should have left him alone. I guess, I am better off on my own. 💔

Heart throb

There nothing better then a cool breeze drifting through an open window. White linen sheets draped across the boudoir as, the sent of perfume radiance the room. Red rose petal scatter among the sheets,feathers of peacocks lying so neatly as; this feeling of our love continues to grow. Showering our heart's with plenty so, we have more room to expand. As you have written these words to my heart. I will journey into your heart with iridescent essence of affection, as you whisper in my ear "I really want to love somebody". I knew you were the right one for me as my heart began to, spark as you entered the room sending this heart into transmission. Making this love vibe dangerous to touch, while I am staring back at our reflection. Your making it feel like we are dirty dancing under the moonlight, as you and I become one!

Graffiti heart

You have broken my heart as you have tried to sweep it underneath the rug. Hoping that I may have forgotten what you have done to me. It was your kind heart that has pulled me in. Now, this heart is left with a permanent scar, still trying to make it without you. This pill is too hard to swallow as tears begin to fall wishing that this never happened at all. I really want to love you like there is no tomorrow. While my heart keeps on bleeding in love over you. This feeling is like a dagger straight through the heart, even though rumors have it; that you were loving someone else. This heart of mine can not deal with this heartache. As your looking for my sign of remorse, this heart is under a bit of denial if it's true. This is hurting me deep within my soul, trying not to believe everything that I am told. There goes my heart that I have laid out on the table. Tears that I have cried filled with the dignity due to pain. No, I can not bear this broken heart, you put upon me. I am losing bits and pieces of myself while hiding behind a shelve carrying out all this pain. A journey of a heartbroken girl.

Poverty

Hearts within the clouds, as broken hearts are sent to desert storm. War of ungracious upon the greed. No sign of helping those who are in need,as everyone sits back and watch the rich become more affluent. The need become more needful looking for a place to live. They try to survive among the streets. What has our generation come to? Wealth is only for themselves. D**n republican sending the world into a recession, as they want to point fingers towards Obama. You must not recall George Brush Jr, who got american into this mess. Oh grace of god shine your light upon your children, may you guide them into happiness; sending wealth for the poor.

Pro pain

I don't wanna cry anymore even though,I still hurt inside, as I begin to clinch onto feeling that, are hard to describe. I to find some form of relief, of letting go of this, while there always a consistent reminder, that keeps bringing me back to that day. But, with each strive I take, this reminder just seem to never go away. You will need to build up yourself up stronger, as a lot of people will say. you will need to take it day-by-day, as I begin to look forward, for what the day has to offer. I won't show tears of weakness, only tears that show that, I'm stronger.Therefore, I'm ready to tear down each, and every individual who wants, to stand in my way because I will not feed into your negative words. I will dodge every obstacle like Mohamed Ali, I will float like a butterfly, and sting like bee. So, I dare you to mess with me because your words don't mean sh** to me.www.thepoetrygarden.blogspot.com/inseparablehearts

He devil, She devil

Precious faces line up against the wall, trying to prove that they haven't done anything wrong. But all you do is turn a blind eye while those who are at fault, are the ones cracking auspicious grins;hiding the fact that they are wrong. As you knew it all along drawing innocent tears down shameful faces. While your face broadcast I have minions, as you know within your heart you are wrong. As your trying to pass off your not negative, reality just flash right before your eyes. With the word contradiction written all over your face.