Broken Love

It's all better to leave before it happens.

It's like tart,

syrupy or tangy.

Until it gets TOO sour,

Please, just angi.

Until it's broken,

tears descend to the ground.

You've ripped apart,

with a noisy head pound.

Life is gone,

no more meaning to exist.

I want to be invisible,

with the watery, cloudy mist.

Reviews

[sette]

the poem aptly describes the hurt one goes through.

[davey]

Yes. The hurt gets to a weak, and sour argument, into getting ripped apart by someone you loved. This is why you shouldn't date, otherwise it may happen to you. If it happens to you, there IS just no more meaning to exist. You have already been hurt, heart and your soul, making it hard to find another thing to do in your life.

[sette]

thanks for the advise. and what you say is so true

[davey]

Thank you. I try my hardest, and people like you make me happy and proud of my poems. Want to be friends on here?

[sette]

sure no problem