I was once told I had a gifted mind, if so, it was only gifted for a time, now it’s seems lost in time Struggling still Trying to figure out what’s thoughts are mine Broken Shattered
The morning after she left reminded me of the pulled petals off a rose – still beautiful, but not complete. I sat in my own tears, afraid to wake up to the reality of lost love once again. My heart
I feel a pit inside myselfI know that it is fearThings are going too good by farI feel the end draws near My happiness is not a jokeIt’s bubbling from me in a waveBut the terror, it holds onto