Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?
Looking for looking,
always reaching for blind to see.
Oh heart, leave me falling on my own.
Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?
Throw it away,
walk out for the day for the way.
A time by my side wasn't kind for the ride.
Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?
Emotional ties remember,
lay down, die, blame love; my heart.
You now tore me apart, hurt inside-out.
Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?
Oh heart now aching,
what's love supposed to do?
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 412
Oh L’Amour
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