Walking down the sidewalk
I wonder how many
broken hearts there are...
One, Two, Three...?
You can see it
in their eyes...
Four, Five, Six...?
You can see it
by the way their head is hung low...
Seven, Eight, Nine...?
One with a broken heart
can usually see it in another...
Ten...?
That's far too many,
fore I haven't even took a step...

Dreams shattered...
Hopes drift away...
Wants get hidden deeper inside...
Desires are ignored...

Some think to mend a broken heart,
you can try to fall in love again...
I know that isn't possible...
You'd always think of the one
you truly love...
You'd always dream of the one
who captured your heart...
You'd always wonder
what they were doing and with who...
You'd be left hoping
they were thinking of you, too...

2008

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~Angelmom~