Where do the pillow-cried, lonely night desperate tears go, when love has left my bedside? Only the broken-hearted know. Why am I alone again, feeling sad and so low. Will I ever get over this pain? Only the broken-hearted know. When will I ever feel whole? When will my tears dry? When will I have a mended soul? Only the broken-hearted know. Continue reading Only the Broken-Hearted by Lou Marin