My life has been ripped out from under me
Two times…
Every thing gone…
No where to be found…
All that’s left
Is a poems with a few lines.
And a couple of rhymes…
I am ready for the third time …
You know what they say third times a charm…
You think I would have herd it coming…
It was so loud…
It was like a grade school fire alarm…
Kind a like a plane crash…
I should have taken a mad dash…
But I stayed and let him break my heart in ten…
I have to move and do what I can…
Love is gone…
What’s left is just hate…
The word love is such an overrate…
The sun will shine again..
Damb I feel better just using this pen..