A Broken Heart...and My Foot Hurts
I'm suffering from great pain now.
From the wound at my leg.
And that duh Tiny Loon read me a poem instead of healing my foot.
It goes like this...
My heart was taken by you,
Broken by you,
And now is in pieces because of you.
I know in reality we can't be together,
So I just close my eyes,
And you're right here with me,
In my dreams you're mine forever.
A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I've tried,
Neither would a million tears,
I know because I've cried.
Love is a precious gift that people try to hold onto until the end of time,
Even when there is nothing left to hold.
It's hard to pretend you love someone when you don't,
But it's harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do.
I'm scared to lose you,
When I don't even have you.
True love leaves a memory no one can steal,
And a heartache no one can heal.
It's good to miss someone sometimes,
Even if it hurts your heart.
I keep telling myself that I don't miss you,
And that I don't love you,
Hoping someday I'll believe it.
*sobsob*
My foot hurts.
And the poem is sad.
From the wound at my leg.
And that duh Tiny Loon read me a poem instead of healing my foot.
It goes like this...
My heart was taken by you,
Broken by you,
And now is in pieces because of you.
I know in reality we can't be together,
So I just close my eyes,
And you're right here with me,
In my dreams you're mine forever.
A million words would not bring you back,
I know because I've tried,
Neither would a million tears,
I know because I've cried.
Love is a precious gift that people try to hold onto until the end of time,
Even when there is nothing left to hold.
It's hard to pretend you love someone when you don't,
But it's harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do.
I'm scared to lose you,
When I don't even have you.
True love leaves a memory no one can steal,
And a heartache no one can heal.
It's good to miss someone sometimes,
Even if it hurts your heart.
I keep telling myself that I don't miss you,
And that I don't love you,
Hoping someday I'll believe it.
*sobsob*
My foot hurts.
And the poem is sad.
posted by sarah y at 6:28 PM
7 Comments:
wat la...it's just a small wound
cry like a baby keke =p
can i steal the poem and give it to someone else?
anyway, what did you bang your foot with?
*cry*
Need bandange lor. Sigh.
So painful. Boohoohoo.
Haha. I don't know where Tiny Loon get the poem from. It shouldn't be his original. Blek.
My foot got minor wound because of that stupide shoes.
Fuck Hush Puppies.
What happened.....
Come kiss my legs.
Keke.
=P
haha, i would think TL copied the poem from someone else too. :P
cis...should thank me!
it's a nice poem
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