May 11 2011
Memories
Memories,
They can be a blessing, or a curse.
The memory of you,
Only made my life worse.
Love is so fragile
But it can be strong.
It can also be twisted
Into something wrong.
I curse the ones
Who play with hearts.
I shed tears for
The ones torn apart.
Pain like no other
For it is deep inside.
A heart that’s been torn
By another’s greed or pride.
I have felt this myself
And hope others heal too.
For the worse words from a loved one
Are: i no longer love you.
I really like this.
Great poem