Programmed To Lie
Cold to the touch, cold in the eyes; as he stares into my empty soul, and my broken heart as i cry; but in fact it stares into a source code, full of deception and lies; a person i loved was a robot i began to despise.
Heartbroken
heart i can only hope my brother shields me from further harms so i can keep it all together and never fall apart i dared to love i dared to hope my love now lays with the stars above my hope now gone, i can only dare to cope
Short Poem
I try to fix myself, my broken heart. glue in hand, picking up a piece by piece. each bloody piece, put together one by one.
Broken dreams of love
A broken heart going on like a broken recored. as if i still layed by your side. the thoghts of your touch warms me still. even with the pain. i still wish that it was you and me. i just wish this never ending pain would just go away.
song:I'm fine I swear-huskydingo
My pain has become rather pretty.i'm fine i swear but not in the sense of a broken heart. i'm fine i swear but i am so damn unlovable. can you hear me cry out anymore. maybe i am just a nevermore, a sad loathsome whore.
Sea of Sand
Each step a bit harder, each step takes one more ounce each breath takes another chip, at his already broken heart, grounding the pieces to dust. he tries to hold on, best he can.
Chapter 26: Come On Home
"and i'm sorry i couldn't heal that broken heart of yours before . . . before it came to this . . ." "loryn?" loryn grew very still.
City Mouse: 4 of 7
Just no broken hearts, you know?" she seemed incredibly vulnerable, just then. something about it all felt weird. very weird, but troy would've given her the moon if he could, if some corporate venture hadn't claimed it first.
Wasted Life
Now i stand here all alone. broken hearts, what have i done? the hearts of those i loved are lost. wasted life and broken mind. it doesn't fix the picture. a failure trying to find a place.
Peaceful friends...
heart, i find in mind, moments still somewhat kind though it seems, many that shared spoken dreams, are still in a bind all the same with each unspoken name, it's still worth keeping in a frame but, time moves further than the table for its place to be
St-ill...
Life's left me more so with no option to turn back times hand instead, it holds down my heavy head, to look away from chances that buckle me while i stand a friend, a foe, whatever fits my broken heart...
Tragic Life
He was tired, but more than that he was lonely and feeling broken hearted. it had been two months since he was dating and just over a year since his last boyfriend. distance had got between them.... sadness had followed.