Deceived often in my trust,
Still trust you I must.

This is all I've got,
Broken and true.
This is all I've got,
A heart broken in two.

A broken heart
Broken Mind
Broken words
On the line.

Will you take all I have
Broken pieces for you.
Will you take all I am
Broken and bruised.

Would you want me and love me
Knowing the mess that's within?
Would you kiss the broken tears
And help me love again.

This is all I've got,
Clumsy words that clang.
No soft Analogies
Just my crash bang.

This is all I've got
You get what you see.
Not pretty veneer,
'Everything's sweet here'.

A broken spirit crying out
Left dying on the floor
Trying hard to be strong
The weak men abhor.

Waiting for the escape of death
But the broken heart beats on
Aching with every pulse
Bleeding love onto the floor.

Our hearts are the same.
They pluck the same tunes,
create the same vibrating frequencies
that we hear as individual notes.
It's the same reason why some songs
touch our insides more than others;
because they contain melodies crafted
from the same instrument that resides inside us.
It's the same reason why some souls
become electric when put together;
because the pretty voice inside your head
is perfectly in sync
with the rhythmic drum beats of my heart.
I can hear it.
It's music to my entity.