Falling in Love Poem

You Give Me Hope

When you stop believing in love because of a broken heart, its often hard to start over without having remnants from the past. However, when you meet someone that pulls at your heart strings and knows you better than yourself, you start to question where you were and where you are heading.

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The guy I loved betrayed me by dating a woman who was my neighbour. They both used me. She acted like my friend, knowing exactly what her intentions were. It took me a long time to get over...

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Starting Over

© Tasneem Karimjee

Published on September 2008

You have given me hope for a better tomorrow
like an angel guiding me out of my sorrow.

My fears I want to let go
but can my past I forgo?

I ask you this as you have my heart
will you always be there so we may never part?

I don't have much to give
but I will give you my everyday to live.

I love life and what it has to give
because through the depths of sorrow I have learnt to live.

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  • by Nompilo MNYANDU
  • 1 month ago

The guy I loved betrayed me by dating a woman who was my neighbour. They both used me. She acted like my friend, knowing exactly what her intentions were. It took me a long time to get over him. He was my first. We shared so many things together. We have a baby boy. He doesn't even care about him because he's no longer my man. It's sad because he needs his father. It's okay, though, 'cause I've moved on with my life. I'm happy, but it's still hard to fully commit because my trust has been broken.

  • by Thandolwethu, Pelham
  • 2 years ago

I dumped him not knowing I'll be in danger, I really didn't love him but loved his friend. I was told I made a mistake, stupid and silly me ignored it, after a while I crawled back to him not knowing anymore where to go. But chased me away like a stray cat, like giving your enemy food dirty tray, he plays every strings in my guitar, but was I sure enough they weren't missing? I miss talking to him laughing shouting at each other, it is at least funnier then not talking to strangers about your miserable life I MISS HIM

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