~~~I have made some changes in your poem to correct form but not content.
There you go again, leaving my broken heart broken, leaving my wounds uncured, in pain and alone. But if he only brings you joy and happiness, if he is the wiper of your tear drops The doctor of your pain and loneliness, the mender of your broken heart is it not self destruction? Then I wish you all the best. I know that you know that I love you and it's true, but to love another is not to love, but is to be sleeping with my future in my past. We were like the hands of a clock, staying connected together forever. Meant for awhile, it was started with eyes, growing with kisses, and now, it's ending up with tears and loneliness. Many things where going unquestioned, many unanswered, others unsaid. While my dreams where being born dead, others where buried alive. To love you was a dream inside a dream. You left in morning without closing the door. I stared out the window, and struggled for something to say, while thinking about where you might be.
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~~~I have made some changes in your poem to correct form but not content. There you go again, leaving my broken heart broken, leaving my wounds uncured, in pain and alone. But if he only brings you joy and happiness, if he is the wiper of your tear drops The doctor of your pain and loneliness, the mender of your broken heart is it not self destruction? Then I wish you all the best. I know that you know that I love you and it's true, but to love another is not to love, but is to be sleeping with my future in my past. We were like the hands of a clock, staying connected together forever. Meant for awhile, it was started with eyes, growing with kisses, and now, it's ending up with tears and loneliness. Many things where going unquestioned, many unanswered, others unsaid. While my dreams where being born dead, others where buried alive. To love you was a dream inside a dream. You left in morning without closing the door. I stared out the window, and struggled for something to say, while thinking about where you might be.