I Have Been Broken Again

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  • Lost Love

    I Have Been Broken Again
    My soul has been torn and scarred again,
    I couldn't imagine that this was the end.
    My eyes are sore and my chest feels the pain,
    This way is for the best there's nothing to mend.
    I've been broken today and didn't see,
    That you had this ability to break me.
    I can't hardly take a breath without feeling you leave,
    Everything's not okay I must believe.
    I can't stay in denial and wonder what happens next,
    Maybe a phone call or maybe a text.
    I've been broken

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    Musicmynded1 commented on I Have Been Broken Again

    03-02-2010

    I like the shape of this totally, too bad it take things like these to write things like these.
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    joker commented on I Have Been Broken Again

    10-20-2009

    I like this one because I can relate to it. great job
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    rollerderby commented on I Have Been Broken Again

    08-02-2009

    Lost love and bad breakups all take a toll on us at some time in our life. I know I've had my share of bad relationships. But they've caused me to create some of my best poem as it has done for you. Great poem my dear!
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    hbenitez commented on I Have Been Broken Again

    06-14-2009

    The pain that comes from losing a love one is harsh and painful but the only thing I know about life is that it goes on. Well continue to live and learn and one day you will reach the promose land. Great poem!
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    FLAWLES commented on I Have Been Broken Again

    06-12-2009

    Hang in there young lady. You still have a long life. I guarantee you in time, you will recover from this strife. I realize you are on, broken heart, number two; but please believe, when I say, it's gonna make you a better, and stronger you.
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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