As I walk these empty roads
A cold rain falls soaking me to
The bone as I put one foot in the other
But the cold pellets serve only to focus
My tired mind and bring my focus into
A clearer picture
I look back at past heartache and wonder
Where they are now? I see passing faces
Some, few smiling back at the sight of me
Most are angry, hateful at what I did.
I don’t blame them, If I was them I would hate
Me also
As though faces fade into nothing, I consider
The future and faces that start appearing,
Faces of crushes who would laugh at my offering
Of love, those that love as a brother and finally those
Who start to love me more than a friend.
There seems to be only two paths to go down
But who can say what is the right one? The dammed
Crown on my head gives no help, only making matters
Worse. Because on top of the crown is a broken heart
And it splits, each heart pulling a different direction
As this happens I know the future will have more broken hearts
In it as I move forward in life
Because no matter what at the end of the day the Crown of
Broken hearts sits on top of my head, a beacon to the breaking
Of hearts and the one thing they say about kings.
**Kings never die, especially not the King of Broken Hearts