A poem:

May 19, 2008
By Loren Smith, Highland Village, TX

A poem is the language of the heart
a secret code only you know
loves gain and loves lost
a piece of your heart gone
the pain that grows inside
overwhelmes your emotions
no place to go
no one to help
scary screans wake the cold heart
it was the love that left you
don't do what you'll regret it's better if you go now
no strings attached, no feelings hurt
a poem is the language of the heart.

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