Broken Heart (11/27/2014)
Blood pouring onto the window pane.
What do I have to lose only to gain?
My broken heart became fragile and rigid.
Walking across these broken bridges.
Hoping to find a new goal.
To help shape and mold my lost soul.
Thinking back to a past once happy.
That eventually turned into one more crappy.
Losing hope and sight for my cursed dream.
Forgetting what they all used to mean.
Nightmares haunt and cursed my putrid life.
Bringing nothing but conversations that end in strife.
My broken heart may never mend.
Once someone realizes that, it’ll be the end.