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Broken Heart Dreams


Those kisses are mine
I dream in my heart
Your loving’s for me
And not for that tart
She loves you, you love her
It’s not all that wrong
I love you – pause - nothing
My feelings so strong…
They rattle like mothballs
In great empty house
Both Doubtfulls and Hopefulls
Who die with a kiss
On her lips so tender
To shatter with screams
And bring me to splendour

Of Broken Heart Dreams