Here I sit
with a broken heart.
Sat down to write
and couldn’t start.
My brain is busted,
my head is dead.
And so I’ll bid you
goodnight instead.
No tags for this post.Here I sit
with a broken heart.
Sat down to write
and couldn’t start.
My brain is busted,
my head is dead.
And so I’ll bid you
goodnight instead.
No tags for this post.
Comments 4
Took the words right out of my mouth.
Posted 29 Apr 2008 at 1:12 am ¶Ah, then you didn’t have to bother saying them, ay?
Posted 29 Apr 2008 at 12:08 pm ¶Don’t be down, no need to moan
Posted 01 May 2008 at 6:49 am ¶Thanks to your blank, a poem has grown!
Hey K8:
Indeed you’re right,
Posted 01 May 2008 at 7:42 pm ¶I shouldn’t groan.
Cuz’ it seems like you,
have a poem of your own!
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