Of A Different Stone

broken20heart1I am glad I stopped talking to you. I miss you once in a while but then remember what a dishonest creep you are. You utterly and completely broke my heart. My feelings for you are just about all gone now and I’ll be happy to live the rest of my life without you. P.E.


…each heart is made
of a different stone –
no two feel alike
nor break the same way …
From “A Familiar Rain”
by John Geddes

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