A hundred pieces.

A hundred pieces.

A Poem by ron

A hundred pieces.

A hundred times my heart broke,
in shards of spent love that could never be put back together.

Alone I slink into the darkness,
afraid to love again.

A hundred pieces of my heart,
stepped and trampled on.

Taken for granted...
I will only know love as the darkest cruel joke it is.

© 2017 ron


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That's true. Times when we are too heart broken to ever love again...A very relatable and nice poem!

Posted 4 Years Ago


ron

4 Years Ago

Thank you so much Zoe.
Zoya

4 Years Ago

My pleasure

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ron
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Imperial, CA



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I have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..

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