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my broken valentine
February 2, 2012
The pain went away long ago,
but your still so freaking mental.
You're trying to win me back,thats low,
my heart is not your rental.
Now your heart is breaking,
cause i won't come back.
In my eye's you're fading,
and your heart is turning black.
When I look at you,
you seem so love struck.
You act like you're cut in two,
and it seems your in a muck.
It's valentines day,
and you're in pain.
You hand me your heart,
I look at you shocked.
A tear goes down your face,
and in it I see lonliness and pain.
I look at your heart,
and I see it's dying.
I feel a little sorry now,
and i cut a little chunk of my heart out.
And give it to you,
my broken valentine.
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This article has 4 comments.
electra_wolf BRONZE said...
on Feb. 7 2012 at 8:41 pm
lol ok chloe and is it good
chloena_garrett GOLD said...
on Feb. 7 2012 at 8:04 pm
By the way I responded to your response on Hatred.
chloena_garrett GOLD said...
on Feb. 7 2012 at 8:02 pm
OMG lex yours got accepted and I haven't even posted my poem "payback, my broken valentine" yet. lol.
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