Do you like puzzles?
Because I've got one for you that has over a million pieces.
It's called "My Broken Heart."
And it's guaranteed to have you saying:
"Some assembly required my ass!"
That day the sky shed droplets;
Of throb, ache and grief.
Fallen like bright livid hails;
Everywhere I see.
It gave me scars and bruises;
And cuts not too deep.
I saw the ground beneath me;
Scattered pain unseen.
But I ought to assemble;
What's left to be seen.
Bristles of hurt and sadness;
I leaned to take in.
Dimming all hopes and roses;
All imagined tales.
You’re all the same
Assembly line humans
Intentions hidden on
Perfectly designed frames
Street light eyes
To guide me home
Are lit by the fire
Stolen from my soul
All holding smiles
Glinting until they blind
You’re all the same
And you cannot be trusted
They call your name and everyone cheers
For the amazing two years for which you’ve stayed here
It seems like minutes ago when I first saw your smile
But looking back at it now, it’s been quite a while
The girl in front of me has her camera out
Snapping hundreds of moments to remember about
Me, I capture with my eyes, it’s sweeter that way
Memorizing every piece of you for when you’re away
I had to hold myself back from calling after you
Or at least leaving a note and giving a clue
Would it make you come back if I let you know?
Or would you refuse to think twice and immediately go?
I know what you’d say, that I’d get over you
That sooner or later, I’ll find someone new
But even if I do, and the chances are few
I’d still fondly and lovingly think about you
I’ve got them in my arms: your deep voice, your stance
Your dark hair, your eyes – almost grey at first glance
And now you walk off the stage, so flawless and fine
That’s the last memory of you I’ll have on my mind
I'll be okay and maybe I'll slowly get over you, but if I ever look closely enough, you'll be there, somewhere in my heart, for the rest of my days.
Maniacally Nebulous Outpourings,
Perceptively Quizzical Rhetoric,
Slumbering Truth Under Veils,
Willfully Xenomorphic Yokeless Zen
Is it DNA?
it looked like a heart undone.
It was like hugging a baby,
Love them all, but trust no one.
You can create various sounds but,
please replace the cover of
the organ of the mind.
Half photographic,half drawn,sinking,
One of them died, she was killed
What's he thinking?