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Homeless

Home is where the heart is,
and my heart is in your hands.
They say it's a rite of passage,
but it passed by way too fast.

These seconds keep on passing,
so slow now that you're gone.
Those times that we were having,
I wish they'd keep going on.

I cried myself to sleep last night.
My red face a stark contrast
to my green eyes.
I wish you never told me
all those devilish lies.

My heart still beats,
but it's broken,
all because of you.
I can't believe I thought
those lies were all the truth.

But now I'm piecing myself back together,
and watching you fall apart.
The damage you did to me
is eating at your heart.

You sunk me so low
but I'm dragging you down too,
while I rise back up,
because I'm forgetting you.




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HermioneHainsworth This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
today at 5:53 am:
Perfect, I really love this. Like your other poems, truely heart felt
 
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Starrlyt said...
Apr. 27, 2010 at 11:34 am:
awesome poem....
 
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Valery5This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Apr. 23, 2010 at 12:26 pm:
WOW! LOVE IT!
 
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Bobbi said...
Feb. 12, 2010 at 7:59 pm:
I LOVE THIS... it catches attention from the very beginning
 
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