To the Love that Broke Me.
Question; to sleep and forever not to wake
does that numb the pain I feel?
At play, she broke the plaything, she so adorned.
I, that was warmed, am starved and cold
For love was fire, and food and wine.
Like an angel, she looked.
My hand, she held and caressed
Now it feels like I am dead but unburied.
I pick up my luggage and leave
I walk to the left and my person to the right.
Follow me not, dear stranger!
My peace, I am going to find.
It hurts
Today I heard, the sound it makes when a heart breaks.
Somehow, I know, there is no right path, only this way.
What more has life to offer,
If alone I wander in the deepest darkest thickets?
I need teaching, so teach me to learn,
How to live and love again.
She taught me to hold on, so I held on
Not knowing I was holding on for someone else to hold instead.
She taught me to see and hope,
So, I learned to reach for the unexpected
Now every hope of me is dead.
To love her more only kills me,
So, build be walls and teach me
how to forget.
Dunca9n 