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Broken Hearts Are a Shame
Rothya James
I’m sorry, my dear,
in the waste we made
while knowing each other.
It’s all so clear
what it took to discover
that our fears were afraid.
I cooled the heat.
You crashed the scene.
What can I say?
Or do.
Except the next person
I love this way
is you.
© Rothya James Patterson
Poems
Meeting Elton John for the first time. Rothya James writes mystery novels and resides in Texas. Read more about his exciting past now!
Wish I had a nickle for all I've never done I'd rake up the money and give it to a fund Wish I had a dime for all the things I did I'd take that money show people how to live Wish I had paradise at the drop of a hat Wish I hit life's curveballs with a gold plated bat Wish I had the good times and none of the blues Wish the world was all good friends and everything was cool Wish I had a tight squeeze to leave the porch light on Wish I'd see that smile of yours each morning with the dawn Wish I had a real wish a wish that could come true The wish to wish one wish and I'd wish that wish for you © Rothya James
