Of Broken Heart
Of broken heart
I’m looking through the glass and falling apart
Quietly and barely breathing
And all the scattered pieces of my broken heart
Still get her beating.
I see nothing beyond that foggy glass
It has no meaning.
As I feel lonesome in my own unconscious class
And have no healing.
My mind is rushing way too fast,
Running
For all that love that had me passed
And glowing.
That glow is gone and now a mere shade
Of pale.
Rests on my face in cruel trade
As I am stale.
Sadness takes its lethal toll…
My eyes
Watering for everything and all
That dies.
Of all the souls I knew so far,
Yours and alone
Is where I want to be a falling star
From morning until dawn.
Voices from afar sound somewhat calm,
Missing the sun.
The little dove I keep so loving in my palm
Will fly away when I am gone.
And when I’m gone his wings will tell
Quietly and barely beating
Of where my broken heart had fell
Lost and forgiving.
If I die a thousand and one times
Or tries
I know I’ll be the wind dancing your chimes
And live forever in your eyes.
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