Was it the love or nicotine
Or maybe something in between
Has me wearing seven patches
Collecting scads of unburnt matches
Addicted romantic doused in gasoline
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A broken heart
A broken heart My heart is aching, for the love you wants showed me. It’s as if someone tore my soul apart. Since I’ve lost you, I haven’t been the same. My broken heart has sent me on fire, and turned me into a heartless soul. I will not go, without a fight, I know my love I had for you, once is now gone because of a broken heart that was made by you, with your dishonesty. But, some how I can for give you, because god once told me its going to be okay. Even though you, have a broken heart you must move on and forgive those who may have deceived you, and hurt your soul and broke your heart, you must move on, so when you die someday you can be at piece, with the souls who broke your heart. So go at peace, even with a broken heart.💔
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Comments (9)
I am old enough to remember those wonderful packet matches. I used to collect them from all over the world. I smoked for a while when I was in my twenties and thirties—back in the good old days when it wasn't taboo, and the Marlboro man was an icon!
My oldest brother began smoking a pipe when he went to college so that he would fit in socially. How did I never notice how deeply insecure he was, that for him there was always something imbetween?
I especially loved that last line!
Love this analogy, gives new meaning to "getting burned". Great job!
Very powerful - bravo!
Love that last line! Great poem as always.
I bet you have learned a lot and earned your badges in this area. Good job.
Oh, so true. I don't think 7 patches are enough
Nice work. I love the analogy of the collection of ashes and matches.