what is it about me
that others can't seem to keep?

Broken hearts
Broken dreams
Time is all
That’s left to me

Dreams are fragile
They break like glass
Hearts are brittle
And rip apart

Memories are flawed
And pains too sharp
To stand the wear
And tear of Time

And as time flows
My broken dreams
Are swept away
And lost to me

light rain on these shaking hands,
shower the earth below,
ease the darkness of our heartland
repose—if only to forgo.