Hurt Heart

a heart;

so full of innocence, and humility

so full of love, and affection

so full of joy, and care

so full of grace, and compassion

yet a heart,

most hurt.

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We chose to end it all

I won’t miss a moment

I won’t miss a minute

Every time I think of you

Is a cherished reminder

Of the love we once had

 

I won’t fail to share my happiness

I won’t fail to give a smile

Every time my face lights up

Is a great reminder

Of the joy we once shared

 

I won’t stop loving

I won’t stop caring

Every time my heart opens up

Is a welcome reminder

Of the strong bonds we once built

 

I won’t shut my eyes

I won’t stop day dreaming of us

Every time I try to forget of us

Is a harsh reminder

That true love is not for ever

The hands in my Pockets

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man that I first fell in love with

The man whose kiss is the first I ever had

The hands of the man who  wrapped them around me

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man who was my first attraction

The man who my heart first fell for

The hands of the man on whose shoulders I rode

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man in whose embrace I fell asleep

The man who never failed to kiss me a good night

The hands of the man who woke me up the next morning

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man who I lay my dreams on

The man who I drew my future from

The hands of the man who I’ll ever lay my trust on

 

The hands in my pockets

Are of the man that I’ll always love

The man that I’ll ever and always look up to

The hands of the man whose shadow I shall forever follow