Broken hearted.
I was a waken by a breaking heart .
were all is black
To thick for the light to part.
Finding my love having a soul to share.
Was the greatest adventure that two could share.
Finding her gone .
not any were.
Reaching for reasons ,warmth, a mind an person to share.
Finding her body, her heart so grand.
Loving the lady with every thread.
Sowing my heart up tying to see out of this fuck
Up head.
Needing her gentile , finding instead.
Cold responses to which I have just said
Slicing my wrist .feeling so dead .
I said I loved you, and you said it was all in my head
The cold response as you dream of others in our bed
Not wanting to give up , a miscast I grow instead.
Finding all the compromises growing.
becoming a Dom Just in my head.
Crawling on broken glass words still fresh in my head.
I love you but are not in love with you .
keeps playing in my Head .
Reaching out to avoid in space finding it hard to keep a smile on thy face.
Holding the tears back every day .
needing the warmth as she pushes away.
I a wake to hells flogging every day.
The lashes don’t welt and the broses don’t show
Crucifying my mind ,my heart , my soul
Wishing for a saver to come to my add
To have her grow closer to keep her from pushing away.
By scott baker 12-19 2000
