• Stream of Broken Hearts

    "Tears stream, in the sun as dew,
    Beautiful lies, dies memories of you,
    No not fair, no not true,
    Cut a purple butterfly, untill its due,

    Wish I Never met him, wish I never knew,
    I wish I never believed the words I heard and read,
    And I wish I realized who,
    Was playing with my feelings and fooled my head,

    How does it feel to have what you love crumble,
    in your hands...
    I do, I sailed it on a small boat, watched it tumble,
    in the sands..."

    - A sad teen