~ Poor Heart ~


I am a very poor woman in matters of the heart. I have met wonderful men but we always seem to part. I have spent every dime, every ounce of strength, to find happiness in a relationship of length.


All I have ever received for my great strain, is a lonely soul filled with pain. Not once in my life has a relationship last longer than it takes for a season to pass.


Each time it comes close to that hour, it always seems their love begins to sour. If it is me or him... or both of us. I do not know what makes it bust.


Each season that passes I get poorer still, sliding down even further that slippery hill. What that leaves me is broke and alone. No place to be, nowhere to call home.