Loving A Broken Heart Poem by Tlou Romeo

Emotions spilled, I have fallen for the love that loved before. As contend as a guitar of love song, a hero was needed. The beginning of love story, the vision was as clear as she held a hand over her shoulder to shield the wounds of lust. Seemingly through angelic dry eyes of forgiveness, I was the one who spotted tears of ache deep within her heart, then it pained me to whistle to the story behind the rare smile. For I can relate to counting of lonely night's, redeemed by memories of what was thought to be infinity. Face as pure as birth, it is forgiven to not notice it's wrinkles, aged by pour tears of broken heart. Through my silence 'We love those who don't love us' can be heard. The pain of young love, as equally painful as a portrait of knife to vein, hanged over the red wall. Much I felt the need to carry your pain over the bridge of hope, then it weighed me to carry also the pieces of my heart. For the significant of the wall that hanged the portrait was overseen, thou the story behind the rare smile. Loving a broken heart with a puzzled heart, we are bonded by mutual feeling.