Kelsea Osterman


Broken - Poem by Kelsea Osterman

All these tears I cry don't matter to you.
I cried so many tears that night; you have no idea.
I might not cry on the outside,
but I promise you i am crying on the inside.
You ask me to change, change who I am.
But what about you?
You treated me like gold then like dirt.
And you broke my heart.
I told myself over and over again, not to go back to you.
But there i was 3 weeks later back in your arms.
The only difference is I could feel your lips on mine.
Telling me that you love me, but guess what you lied.
So here I am listening to music to get you off my mind.
And do you care that you are what i think about,
dream about,
and talk about.
No, no you don't.
You tell me to get over it.
Well guess what i can't.


Comments about Broken by Kelsea Osterman

  • Gold Star - 38,693 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/2/2013 10:13:00 PM)

    And do you care that you are what i think about, ......nice one...10

    until you speak
    you case is weak
    you open like flower
    the wait for rainy shower (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie DEE RAAIN (11/3/2009 8:26:00 PM)

    WOW! ! i consider these are more based on a guy you liked or love//? ? ? right

    WOW so emotional in depths of a bit of sadness and romance.! ! :) _ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 10, 2011


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