It’s nothing new
We will survive
Time and again in fact
Surviving is how we do
Our heart hits a snag
Sometimes scratched
Torn, shredded
Broken in two
Occasionally blown to bits
But the truth is
We will all die
With a broken heart
If we are lucky enough
To have battled love
HASTYWORDS 
Wonderfully penned, hasty!
i would like to take the moment once again
to thank you,
for the gift of poetry!
hugs chris
love you always…
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Hmmmm – battling love – thinking of the ballet, El Amor Brujo – Love The Magician – a dance. The sweet pain of heartbreak – “I lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by my beautiful Annabell Lee.” (Poe) – When we love we do open our hears to being broken, time and time again, and it is always worth the risk, even the certainty. – It is to be alive and present. Thanks again, Hasty.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Not sure I’ve loved enough to have my heart broken yet. Best keep going…
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I’ve been lucky enough… beautiful poetry!
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Thanks, Hasty, for re-posting this one.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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