She picks up the tiny pieces
Of her neatly shattered heart
It took a long, long time to learn
She never said that she was smart
Guess his love was an illusion
She'd invented in her mind
Just a rumor of forever
That only the lucky find.
She was sure he was the right one
Gave herself, body and soul
No more tears in lonely silence
She fell under his control
But reality seems different
I suppose it all depends
On which side of hurt you're on
When the dreaming finally ends.
She picks up the tiny pieces
This is going to take a while
But she'll find them, every one
And she gives a little smile...
Took a long, long time to learn
But she's learned it well at last
And she'll be all right tomorrow
As he fades into the past.
Author notes
option: lost love
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Thanx 4 entering. Good luck! - cgirl0410
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i like this... thanks for entering and good luck
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Yes, this is quite a beautiful poem
and lesson. So beautifully written.
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From a true philospher!
If there is a rhyme scheme here I didn't pick up on it! Which I thought sort of odd, usually you have some sort of rhyme scheme!
But none the less you did good, I love the whole part of !!!!
I suppose it all depends
On which side of hurt you're on
When the dreaming finally ends.
Because you are so true about it, you know...
If in like this the broken was with someone who just wanted to get something out of it, you know they really don't ever hurt, but if you fall for something stupid like love (yes, I think love is stupid) then you are going to splinter and perish inside (which is why I think it is stupid; it isn't to say I don't believe in being in love, it is such that I think being so vulnerable to it is stupid)
The Edit:
I left out the fact that this write has such a smooth awesome flow to it.
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She picks up the tiny pieces
Of her neatly shattered heart
It took a long, long time to learn
She never said that she was smart
This is abcbdefe I think. Is that a scheme? lol
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I love the ending ... it seems hopeful as has already been said. It is great when sad memories can at last fade into the past...
Sometimes the tiny pieces are hard to see ... easily missed.
Great writing. You r a super genius! William Shakespeare wants a duel with you LOL. I'd like to see that! I know because of your beautiful rhyming ability you could do a beautiful sonnet ... sigh. -
So sad, and words well meshed to create this wonderful descriptive peice.
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Thanks for sharing this.
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Wow! This is so relevant to me right now. I just posted a poem a few hours ago that precedes this so perfectly. I almost feel as if it was written about me. Beautiful and hopeful!
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