Broken Pieces

Broken Pieces short poem

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Love, I took care of you for a long time.
And I always keep you here inside my heart.
I’m your knight, your shining armor
amidst deadly arrows that fall down from the sky…

But why all of a sudden things changed in one starry night?
I received one tragic letter from you saying you committed suicide?
My heart beat faster, flames suddenly ignite.
Through all my veins, I felt terribly lost, I wanted to die…

I long to see you after my deadly fight.
But how will I face you, now that you’re gone.
Where will I get my courage, my strength and my might?
Where did all my hope go?
I’m hopeless, totally frozen; wish you were here to hold me tight…

Your memories, I keep remembering.
Our happiness, I selfishly treasure, not ever forgotten.
Your magic touch, your sweetest voice I’m always thinking..
Your three magic words, I long to hear..
will forever stay, remains the same…

Even if I couldn’t bear all
dear heart of mine,
I’m still longing,
hoping to see you face to face
and will never be hurt again…

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Reagan Latumbo

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Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
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