Broken Hands

by Supper Chick   Sep 7, 2006


You held my hand when i was sad,

You held my hand when i was mad,

when tears filled my eyes and boys came to my life you held my hand but now your gone and i am filled with dread.

I am always sad and always mad.

when i see you there its gust to bad.

are harts were broken and so were are hands and now it's every thing all around.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jax x lyn

    Awesome poem!!! Just remember to press enter between lines!!!

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