All this time.
I was sure it was shatterd.
But the pieces still fit.
Gained only a fracture.
What was the matter?
Could it be, myself I decieved.
My heart did not bleed, But still I believed...
It was dead... Because these words I had yet to heed.
"I love you" ... I love you's are not what I need.
How could I have been so wrong?
I was unbroken all along.
My ears never entertained such sweet love songs.
But my love was strong. My love is strong.
I may sit alone... but this love is real.
Learning to watch as the layers unpeel.
You'd kiss the ground beneath anothes heel.
But I can't deny that I know how you feel.
I will never lose track of whats most important.
These pieces are fused, portion by portion.
Not the words that are heard, but the words that are spoken.
I love you... So I know my heart is unbroken.
*This is a poem about how people consider themselves broken hearted, because they feel they are not loved. I have learned that true love is not about recieving, but giving. "I do not do great things, I do small things... with great love." -Mother Teresa.
Last edited by Peach_follows; Aug 24, 2007 at 04:21 PM.
Reason: I heard this was confusing so I said what its about
This is such a deep poem...confusing a bit but still good..contains a lot of emotion...and i love the rhyming.. ^^ good job..keep up the good work friend.. ~!
It's a wonderful poem and you are sooo right. love isn't about what you receive from someone it's about what you give them... It was written beautifully... I can't wait to read more^^ keep up the good work^^