Jan 2015
Its hard to mend a broken heart.
Its even harder to bring back a smile on the face of the one whose tears drown the pillow every night.
Its sadder when she doesn't know where she went wrong.
Frustrating when she doesn't know how to make it up because she has no idea how it all came crumbling down.
Its scary when she starts to think of the future you planned together.
More scary to look at the house you both picked and wished to someday in silence and hugs sit by the fire place.
Its makes her lose her mind whenever the tune you two used to dance to plays.
It makes her scream and her mind shutters.
Its impossible for the light to shine when she is left in a tunnel with unending darkness.
The final stub goes through her once tender firm but now broken heart when she thinks of another person in you arms, calling you by the same name she referred you to.
Its ever dark when you break her heart.
© TheUnspoken
Its even harder to bring back a smile on the face of the one whose tears drown the pillow every night.
Its sadder when she doesn't know where she went wrong.
Frustrating when she doesn't know how to make it up because she has no idea how it all came crumbling down.
Its scary when she starts to think of the future you planned together.
More scary to look at the house you both picked and wished to someday in silence and hugs sit by the fire place.
Its makes her lose her mind whenever the tune you two used to dance to plays.
It makes her scream and her mind shutters.
Its impossible for the light to shine when she is left in a tunnel with unending darkness.
The final stub goes through her once tender firm but now broken heart when she thinks of another person in you arms, calling you by the same name she referred you to.
Its ever dark when you break her heart.
© TheUnspoken
(Nairobi- Kenya)
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