A glass breaks
They're mad again
Dad stayed out last night
with his best friend
She's crying
Heart broken on the floor
Her boyfriends fist crashed through the wall
her face, and then the door
He's drinking
Tipping the bottle back to erase the pain
She broke his heart again
he feels insane
He's barely alive
She's threatening to let go
Her beating heart
Is all that he knows
She's a single mother
Her children are her life
She seen their father
Out with his new wife
They can't get away
From the war in their hearts
The guns the bombs...
Are tearing them apart
Just a small poem on love, and that's not to say that it's all bad. I think there are ups and downs in everything we do, and each is just as important. We can't let the bad things break us, but use the lessons in them to make us stronger.