Excuse me sir, but
"Heartbreak" isn't metaphor
It's physical pain.

Broken hearts are stronger than those intact, for the broken cannot be broken further is a fact.

Here in my mind
I see the world
Coloured in shades of red
The colour that paints my love

I see the sky
Crimson and clear
With brightly burning sun
That warms the air around us

The sea is pink
A pool of love
Bottomless in its depth
Made for lovers to drown in

Ruby mountains
Valleys of jewels
Yet none will ever hold
The value of your love

The trees are red
Yet still they grow
Just like a fertile heart
They reach as high as they can

This is my dream
My scene for us
For red is the colour
Of passion and desire

And that - with love
Is how I feel
About you - only one
Please feel the colours I see.


An early poem of mine when I wrote 4,4,6,7.

I refuse to spill my heart over any more pages for you.

How do I heal if I break every time I feel?