Every time I think it couldn’t get worse
It does
It feels like the world is testing me
But with each heartache
The stronger I become

As dark as it sometimes seems
a picture of you comes in vivid dreams
Your beautiful hand touches my cheek making my toughness weak
and as I turn on my side,
I will myself to stay asleep.
...amp

My heart needs some sorting
to relieve it of its clutter.
I'm afraid once sanitized
it may lose its vibrant colour
...amp