It will come like a landslide
Rapid, sudden, —as if it were alive
A heartbreak, defined by teenagers
is losing your lovers,
But, my darling, it isn't always about love;
Sometimes it's broken dreams and hidden sobs.
It's the empty eyes of a child,
Once filled with joy and delight
talking about what she loves.
It's the teary eyes of a scientist
Looking at paintings,
She never drew.
It's the eyes that keep looking back
To the past that lacked.
It's the hole in one's heart
That can't seem to be filled. And yet we always thrive
each day to survive,
All along
Unknowingly finding pieces
that are making us feel one again.
—a.c
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
It will come like a landslide
Rapid, sudden, —as if it were alive
A heartbreak, defined by teenagers
is losing your lovers,
But, my darling, it isn't always about love;
Sometimes it's broken dreams and hidden sobs.
It's the empty eyes of a child,
Once filled with joy and delight
talking about what she loves.
It's the teary eyes of a scientist
Looking at paintings,
She never drew.
It's the eyes that keep looking back
To the past that lacked.
It's the hole in one's heart
That can't seem to be filled. And yet we always thrive
each day to survive,
All along
Unknowingly finding pieces
that are making us feel one again.
—a.c
