The broken love that rests upon my heart burdens my soul for eternity.
I shall never again love so blindly or hope that a dim light grows strong in the presence of love.
So sure as the sun rises each day, my redden blood will never flow so strongly as if she'd thought to stay.
Love can be quaint, until it infiltrates the cells of your skin and begins to poison you, from the outside in.
For now, the pieces of my heart remains with the wind and
I shall never love as I'd loved, ever again.