Sweet Broken Dream


23 Sep, 2015 06:15 PM
Tis not better to have loved and lost,
To have never known love, I'd pay the cost.

The love that once fueled my passion and desire,
Has now burnt out, there's no flame to my fire.
Through these veins my blood runs red,
A million tears that I have shed. 

Oh broken heart, 
Sweet broken dream.
Oh cherished memory...
To you I cling.

For eternity I lay,
A prisoner in dismay.
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Bill says:
03 Apr, 2018 12:38 AM

Excellent poem that sadly captures it all. Thanks.

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