Green leaves are growing back on the trees.
Warm air fills the flowering breeze.

But her heart is still not at ease.
Sadness is all she sees.

Her soul has been in a deep freeze.
And all she’s left with now are the memories.

Yet there’s nothing she can do with these.
Because it’s harder to stay, than to leave.

Mosaic tiles
make up pieces
of my broken heart.

I long for the one
who won’t see me as a project
but as a piece of art.

I hope I’m not just a memory,
Of a little girl who still longs for your touch.

Because I am a grown *** woman
Who won’t use you as a crutch.

My head hangs heavy from the secrets I keep.
And the only other soul who knows them is already asleep.
That’s because his head is light.
It’s easy for him to keep his lips tight.

After all,
Loose lips
Sink ships.

I’ve cried over you too many times.

I just hope you’ve had some sleepless nights as well.

You left me speechless in your wake.
So the only words that come out land on this page.
Our story lives on in a distant memory.

When I was younger, I thought falling in love would be like a fairytale.
The prince comes to save his princess locked in the tower and they live happily ever after.
And my prince did come.
He tried to save me.
But the distance was treacherous.
And the fall was dangerous.
So he rode off on his gallant steed.
Now all I’m left with is the image of you.
Leaving me behind.
Yet there is no hate in my heart.
You're still shinning that golden color that I painted you long ago.
You could never tarnish.