The Pattern of my heart

November 15, 2008
By Shydeia Caldwell, Columbia, SC

The pattern of my heart does not fit together
Rain drops on my window pane
Feels of miseary going through my veins
dreaming dreaming gots me hot Baby i need to stop!
Memories memories dont need to be reminded no more water clasping my body
as i wash away the pain
clinging drops of water fall like rain aganist me dry heat now healing me.. baby cuz love is a terrible thing something like a enemey

The author's comments:
This piece i wrote expressed my feelings of heart break and trying to recover. How when i lost myfirst love i lost part of myself..

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