No mirrors for the broken hearted.
You are still hurt.
Feelings.
Hope is a delicate thing.
We forget memories lie
When we are hurt.
Wise are those whose heart is strong.
Wrong.
We look back
and we see our dreams.
Let tears drop.
Spring is coming.
Luis Gil de la Puente
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-no-mirrors-for-the-broken-hearted/
