Deena Hardy

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There it lays broken and mangled,
There it lays destroyed.
For wait, I see a light.
For wait, I see you.
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Is it too much to ask to have someone there to warm me when I’m cold both from the weather and my own suicidal thoughts.
Is it too much to ask to have someone to lie with at night like a serpentine in a dancers nest.
Is it too much to ask to have someone care for me without asking for what I am not ready to give both mentally and physically.
Is it to much to ask to have someone keep their interest in me and not become bored and move on.
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3.

My heart has blackened,
My soul is stripped,
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I am numb inside exept to pain

I smile, I laugh, I pretend to be happy
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Endless sky,
looming trees,
Never ending.
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to the falling of the walls

from the right to the left
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Deena Hardy Biography

I was born in Fallon, NV on December 12,1991 and on 12/12/12 I shall be 21. From birth til I was 12 I lived with my mom and I lost her April 30,2004. Since then I've lived with my father, and since then I had to fend for myself.)

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To Heal A Broken Heart

There it lays broken and mangled,
There it lays destroyed.
For wait, I see a light.
For wait, I see you.
Here you come my savior.
Here you come my saint.
How is it you have the skill.
How is it you have the gift,
To heal my broken heart.
This heart of mine was gone,
But you have saved it,
And me.
I thought it was lost.
I thought to never see it beat again.
Your light to heal,
Your light to change.
Has brought it back,
Has brought me back.
But alas you will tire.
Of me, of me.
For they always do.
Then the heart will break once more.
Yearning for it’s special light.
That will never come again.
For that is the tale of my broken heart.
For that is my tale to tell.
How to heal my broken heart.
How to break it once again.
That is its destiny.
That is my destiny.
To be alone.
To be forgot.
Look now I have changed this tale.
From hope to despair.
Troublesome to change topic.
Irritating to be random.
But this is me.
But this is random.
Waiting for my patient prince.
Waiting to be understood.
Maybe I have found him.
Maybe this new light will keep me.
For my light is like me.
And my light understands
My light forgives and forgets.
Moving on to other things.
I would very much like to keep this light.
I would very much like to keep this patient prince.

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