Healing Poem For A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The place was near the woods so it was almost an isolated place. “Give me a chance to mend your broken heart.You know why hearts broke so that someone can mend it. If I'm not a bad person then give me a chance to mend your heart. I like you, and trust me I won't break your heart. If I ever do then you can kill me with your bare hands.”

When we were about to reach the hall, he turned back at me and said, "Remeber your father's words and you'll be okay. Everyone inside the hall care for you. They are there for you, they are your people, they are with you. Now come on, make yourself strong." ........................................................... Only a broken heart can understand the other broken heart and has that power to heal the other.

You don't need work at this point in your life" My conscience spoke up "And why?" "Because it's useless, all that will be in your head is John you can't even concentrate on work" "I doubt that.." "What you need now is to heal…" "It's not that easy…" "It can be if you give it a chance" "And by chance you mean?" "A sweet Rebound is what you need for your broken heart" I thought about it for a while and my eyes snapped open in excitement, throwing the duvet away, I sat up on the bed feeling happy

I smiled. Taking a seat on the piano, I closed my eyes and placed my hand on the keys. Humming the rhythm before I started singing. 🎶It’s not easy to keep a heart warm. When all I can feel is harm. It’s funny how love builds me. Only to leave me broken and defeated. All this pain I feel, it’ll be gone in a bliss. This cold blanket surrounds me. It’ll soon be gone and I’ll find peace.🎶 ~~

Let her break down in my arms where no one else could see. "I'm sorry," she gasped when she finally calmed. "I'm such a mess." "You're my mess," I said. "And I love every broken piece of you." "How?" She pulled back to look at me. "How can you love someone this damaged?" "Because you're not damaged." I cupped her face. "You're healing. There's a difference. Damaged implies broken beyond repair, but you're not broken, Beatrice. You're wounded. And wounds heal given time and care."

There was a hidden secret on this night. I am scared to whisper it. ~ AUTHOR’S POV~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time heals everything, even a broken heart or a broken soul. Slowly life will fill your damaged pieces with something new to hold on to and teach you it’s ok to be broken, but never stop living this beautiful life.

He will die for her. Mason used to be the sweetest boy in their family. But everything changed after Brittany left with his little sister. He was there for her when she first came to the world. He is the first one to see her and at the first glance, he was wrapped around her little finger. He changed her diapers. He gave her milk. He promised her that he would be there for her no matter what. He promised he will keep her safe. He promised her that no one could hurt her. He was there when she left also. And when she finally came back, everything was destroyed again. Life is tragic. Everything could change within a minute. He could have made something at that point but he was an idiot. He felt

“I can swear your mother and I raised you better.” Usually I would have gone off about how he didn't raise me and had no permission to use such words around me instead I cleared my throat and said. “Hello Dad.” “How do you feel?” I looked down at my legs in cast and the bag of intravenous drip above my bed. “I feel injured.” He exhaled and muttered something beneath his breath. We both fell silent. Neither of us saying a word even though the weight of our unsaid words hung low below the ceiling.

There was a fresh horizon that awaited them, one that was liberated from the crushing embrace of regret and the shadows of betrayal. As I boarded the plane, leaving behind the shattered bits of my life, I couldn't help but wonder if whether or not this voyage held the secret to healing — a chance to rebuild amidst the shattered pieces of my existence. Over the course of my stroll along the beach, the sun descended below the horizon, illuminating the shoreline with a warm glow. A calming song was performed by the waves, and the grains of sand beneath my feet imparted their own knowledge to me. The salty breeze, which was a scent that I was familiar with from the beach, served as a healing bal