My Love Poem-By Grace Good

Love is a broken record,

Playing over and over

In a downward spiral of lies.

When it starts,

It’ll play beautifully,

And while the sweet melody fills the room,

It will seem like heaven.

Then it’ll get to some part

Where you know what comes next...and…

It...it...it...it...

Skips.

It’s really annoying,

But if you’re in love, you won’t care.

The song continues,

And you just can’t help but

Anticipate the next crack

In the broken record.

When the needle bumps the crack,

You’ll either break it off or let it play-

Again.

You could save yourself pain and misery later,

But you’ll just let it go,

Because you’re in love.

And then he does it-

And even though the

Eerie record

Plays on,

It’s no longer sweet,

And holds no joy for you.

Finally you realize that the bitterness

Of the breakup would have been

A grain of sand to the

Empty shoreline you now face-

Without the sweet melody of the broken record.