You cannot mend a broken heart,
when your hands hold someone else's.
You only hold a broken promise,
when your heart is torn two ways.
Breaking it furthur,
tearing it apart,
shattered to pieces!
Little fragment of memories
that reflect the darkness of my soul.
Broken glass! Light scintillating,
Broken dreams, light slowly dying.
Memories of a kiss, so distant now,
the warmth of your touch, so cold now.
Memories of you that make me yearn,
for dreams, that fade...
like melting snow.
Twilight settles like ice upon my soul.
As depression like frost,
taking its toll.
I can almost touch the frosty dry silence,
dead air depressive, sombre,
just a cadeverous sigh,
Of one,
Alone.
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Bila Retak Kota Hati: Part II - Loss
PoetryWhen the City of the Heart Breaks. Part II -Loss An Anthology of Love, Loss, and Learning. A collection of Poems. (Best read in 'Hoefler' font) Cover: A Mermaid (1900) John William Waterhouse
