Relapse Of A Broken Heart
Listen to the river in my head.
Of thoughts and prayers that can't come true.
Is it enough with blood so red?
Or must I take this out on you?
Footsteps grow softer as you fade.
From my memory to haunt another day.
Yet always there where you once laid.
I can beg, but there is no way.
Get out, get out of my dreams.
I want to be where the angels sing.
Not in this hell with you it seems.
Can't a bird heal its broken wing?
Tears won't expose the feelings in my mind.
It's deeper than the sands of our time.
You left me alone with nothing to find.
I guess to have a heart must be a crime.
Friday, August 13, 2010