| POETRY FOR BROKEN HEARTS | |||||||||||||||||
| The Day The Teddy Bears Cried |
She tried to tell me I was wrong With all her heart and soul she tried, But I wouldn,t listen, no not me, I knew it all and would not see, Was I really wrong, why should I be? So the Devil had his way with me And she was forced to set me free But I never knew the pain there'd be, The day the teddy bears cried. She hid her feelings well and then She kept them locked inside, Though in her heart she felt the pain And her tears inside fell like rain And all those tears would not regain The love lost there by all that pain And only emptiness would now remain, The day the teddy bears cried. And now the ghosts of that lost Eve Leaves me to grieve as true love died, Cast into ashes all my dreams, Now only rue and loneliness remains, The awful product of my schemes Wrapped in the devils' curse it seems, I lost her to the silent screams, The day the teddy bears cried. | ||||||||||||||||
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Time has no bounds Nor wraps itself in pity, It is endless, infinite and lasting, So as my love for you Is carved from the granite of life And polished with desire and joyful tears. It is subtle and cunning as a thief For it can rob you, needlessly Steal from your heart, Haunt the very being of your soul And test your sanity. True love borders on the edge of reason But remains lasting and unshakable. And sometimes, when you least expect it From the depths of fear and mistrust True love will prevail, To rise above the ashes of your pain And conquer your deepest fears, To bring you hope and happiness Out of the darkness and the rain. For love won too easily Will only want and search again. | True Love | ||||||||||||||||
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| Dedicated To Lynda Porter | |||||||||||||||||
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