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Broken Hearts

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Broken Hearts

They flirted and smiled when they met,
Always together, their stage was set.
Seems they forgot the beginning of love,
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

He’d shave twice, take another shower,
She’d wear something fun, look like a flower.
They can’t be bothered now to dress for love,
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

She knew she’d love him through the years,
He’d hold her tight, wipe her tears.
Now there’s no emotion in their love.
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

He used to say things so nice,
Slew dragons, bugs and mice.
He no longer defends their love.
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

They were so proud when the babies came.
Worked hard for a home, money and a name.
Somehow they forgot to feed the fire of love.
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

They always went out with smiling faces.
Their money took them all the right places.
No one knew it was a charade for love.
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

She had her clubs and favorite cause,
He won awards, accepted their applause.
But booze and women stole his love,
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

Today the angels came to take one away.
The other alone at the church knelt to pray.
Wondering why they never spoke of their love?
That’s what broken hearts are made of.

by Karen Olin ©2011

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Author: The Editor Afloat

The Editor Afloat provides proofreading and editing services for the written word. The name comes from the NCIS designation for a Special Agent assigned to a vessel, "Agent Afloat". I live on-board and work from my boat. That makes me an Editor Afloat!

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