I know I sound so cliche,
When I look into your eyes,
And tell you once again,
You've given me the best day of my life.
Every day I look,
And every day you see,
That I never lie,
As I tell you this every passing day.
Yet how could you be so heartless,
As to have stolen my heart and soul,
And pitched to the wall?
Shattered, my heart was shattered.
Yet how could you be so cruel,
To look at me with those clear eyes,
Those clear satisfied eyes at the wreckage,
As you turn your back and walk away?
How could you?
How could you leave to let me mend,
To let me fix my heart without a single hope,
To ever laugh again?
As I did my best to repair,
All the damage you made so prominent,
One piece, one giant piece you stole,
One giant, gaping hole.
I know I sound so cliche,
When I say I hear your name,
And wince as one more piece of my already torn heart,
Slowly drifts away.
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