Looking through the eyeglass
of dreams, it seems less likely
to be true than a big drawn out lie.

Though you live your life
the best you can,
knowing you have a heart
full of broken glass
you still move forward
with cuts and scars.

Everytime you look back
you see footprints of where
you last stepped,
what’s the point in that?
You are reminded of everything
you lack, you see with a
greedy heart nothing but hurt
comes from a heart full
of junk yards.

Love is more important than
seeking out emptiness,
don’t collect your broken heart’s,
fell those jars with possibilities
and wishes from afar.

Collect pennies and dime’s
until you can afford your
dreams and possibilities.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton