The thing about a broken heart,
Is that it doesn't go away.
It stings and tears your mind apart
Every single day.
The trouble with being lonely
Is that there is silence all around.
When you speak to yourself only
You become a burial ground.
The problem with being broken,
Is that you need to be remade.
You struggle with words unspoken,
And become monument to love's shade.
The truth is that whenever love dies
Some heart is left alone,
Remembering secrets, dreams and goodbyes.
I am silent tribute, made of stone.
Getting Through The Day
Flutter by, Butterfly!
A splash of colour
And a bouncing grace;
You made me smile today
A secret magic, I have seen
In a moment of heartfelt strife.
Now I can live out my dreams;
Or just dream out my life.
Yesterday I could only save face.
Tomorrow, I may save a heart.
Today I will save the human race,
But still my soul falls apart.
My conjuror's tricks once saved
This fragile heart from tragedy.
Unwittingly, I have paved
A path to endless fantasy.
For my world is not real to me.
My magics have bent reality
Such that the realms of the mind
And the land of human kind
Are joined in ungainly fusion.
And so my soul awaits retribution.
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