One. Two. Five. Ten.
I am counting it over and over again.
Twenty. Fifty. One-hundred and two?
How many times you said you loved me true.
One thousand, six hundred and five.
How many times you stood there and lied.
Four billion, nine thousand, six hundred and ten
How many chances I gave you over again.
Eleven zillion, six billion, five million, then some
How many feelings you have torn and undone.
But one, just one, poor little heart you destroyed.
Although it was not whole before,
Now it can never be restored.
Rhyming Sad Love Poem
Powerful and sad. It paints a picture of someone who has come to the conclusion that there is no chance of recovery for their disillusioned and broken heart (life). Heavy!
Restored
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2014 with permission of the Author.
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