Healing Poem For A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Yourself, body and soul. A broken heart loves deeper once mended. A mended heart knows real love is worth the price of shattering once more

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

When he opened his eyes I noticed that they were not glittering anymore but my heart broke when I saw tears in them. I didn't know why I did it but I stepped back involuntarily when Roman took a step towards me. The hurt I saw in his eyes broke my heart. I opened my mouth to say something to him but he raised his hand to stop me from talking. 'Raven, you know I love you with no reservations. They said I broke you the first time we were together but deep down you know that I have tried to heal you each time you were hurt ever since we met. Binding spell or not, I love you and always will,' Roman said and turned to leave the room.

He stopped and gazed at her. "I must say, George Henry, I am grateful for your assistance in persuading Richard to divorce her. Also a big thanks to the accident that resulted to the subsequent Amnesia. I'm very sure by the time she regained her memory, she will be already smitten with my son," Alexander chuckled as he exited the room.

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

“Dear Honey, I know, you’re hiding something from me. To tell you honestly, I had found you with the guy. I know, you’re not my suited girl, since you had let your heart; to find another guy. Anyway, I will be recovering to this current situation. You know, my heart keeps on tearing out even if, I have tried to put an object; to cover it. However, it still continues to flow my heart. Despite our misunderstanding, I will be meting you, as soon as my heart will be healed to someone’s else. Let me say, I love you and goodbye. “

I thought many times to kill myself but somewhere a hope that I will meet you again I used to curse my fate all the time because you got hurt due to me you are thinking only your heart is broken infact hurting and breaking your heart made my heart to broken into uncountable pieces sobb the worst thing of anyone is acting like you don't care about the person you love the most you don't know how many times I tried to coax this broken heart . I went near her I don't know how to make her calm she is crying very painfully I lifted her in my arms and laid her on coach and said "please ash stop crying iam sorry iam a fool I was hurt so talked like that I love you ash I love only you please don't cr

How can I forget my sweet Helena and what she represents in my life? Is this even possible? Realizing that I am crying in silence, I wipe the tears sharply and blink again as I begin to absorb every word in her paper, letting it sink deeper and hoping it will help heal my broken heart. I am too broken to be healed. But I need to be healed for my peace of mind. After a while of sitting still without attempting to stand up, take a bath and go to work, I felt something enveloping me and giving me a new feeling I can't place.

The only person who was capable of giving me that, is the same person who broke my heart and trampled all over it. But, what would she be able to offer me, if not another round of pain and heartbreak? There was a hole buried deep in my chest, empty and cold. Could never fill it with the love I wanted. My mind and soul have been broken and tainted by her, and I don't think I'll ever be able to heal, even after the wounds close.

He just stayed, patient and steady and present, and that staying was its own kind of love, its own kind of apology, its own kind of promise. "Why don't you ever get angry?" I asked one night, frustrated with myself, with him, with the whole situation. "Because I understand. Because I've been where you are. Because I know that healing takes time." "What if I never heal? What if I'm always broken?" "Then I'll love the broken pieces. I'll love whoever you become. I'll love you anyway."