www.whyville.net Jun 21, 2009 Weekly Issue



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Pain

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CREATIVE WRITING
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HEALTH
PANDEMIC
The end of love, the start of pain.
The blood from my heart that now aches, stains.
With the thought of your image, the thought of your care,
Devoted to another, whilst my spirit is bare.
Where am I to go, where is my hope now?
Am I no longer important like our dedicated vows?
You promised to always be there, and love me no matter what,
But it seems you've moved on, loved another and forgot,
The breakdown of our relationship, the break of my poor heart,
You punctured it with your cruel ways, you stabbed it with a dart.
You took away my faith, my dreams, I now have nothing left.
My happiness has disappeared, a brutal act of theft.
You promised to always be there, but now it all depends
On if you've found another love, and when my heartache ends.

 

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