Aug 8th: Wistful Hearts Of Heartbreak

Pain

I see it.

Hurt

I feel it.

Like air I breathe it

The heartbreak of two cuz they don't know what to do

Because the meaning of good terms to them is saying we're through

I hear their cries in my brains

I see the red puffy eyes telling me they aint okay

When I ask

What they say LIES

The lies I have heard all before

I'm okay

I'm fine

I can take it

I'm strong enough I'll make it

But I see their suffering and I ....Feel the pain.The pain of nostalgia.

I look down and say to myself if only and just only u would let me help

Just open your heart and listen

I'm a heart once broken but I have never spoken

So don't TELL me what pain feel

For pain is all so surreal

For I see the wistful tears that fall .

As time goes they

Fall

Fall

Fall

They fall like dying stars with no hope

I was the seed of hope that was refused sow.

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