you once held me in the warmth of your voice..
early morning talks that made me happy..
that made me feel special, cared for..
now I sit lost in the cold silence of 4am..
when tears threaten and my heart aches..
wondering why I am still alone.
As I look at the horizon..
I see the knight turn his steed toward me..
he begins to decend the hill..
my heart leaps with joy..
I run to meet him..
I see him urge his steed faster..
I see the horse strain to keep
up with his master's wish..
I slow as we get closer..
he brings the stallion to a halt before me..
he dismounts, removes his helmet...
I touch his face and kiss him...
no mirage...
simply my twisted knight..
My life has had many empty liasons...
lust unfulfilling..
no caring.. no real intimacy..
but no one willing to rescue me..
I look to the horizon..
upon the hill, atop a noble steed..
sits a knight looking down at me..
his armor gleems brightly..
But will he rescue me?
Is he even there?
Or simply a mirage?
created by my wounded heart?
A shattered heart
still conducts pain along it's sharp and jagged edges
A shattered heart
still swells with breath and each breath ends in pain
A shattered heart
does not kill me, though sometimes I wish it would
My heart is a delicate sculpture
Carefully crafted and intricately shaped
I, the artist, putting on the finishing touch
I slipped
Now it lies in ruin
Broken
As the crevase in my breaking heart begins to widen
The pain is almost too much to bear
The pain had dulled, perhaps mending I thought
Only to burst forth again in pain
As my hope slowy, painfully withers and dies
Brick by brick I isolate myself
to protect myself from hurt
To shield myself from heartache
My tears are my company
Hot when I shed them
now have grown cold
Seemingly all I will have
as I grow old
