I collect the broken promises one by one,
I twist them back together in the night,
Sticking them with glue and paper.
They tremble in the pale light,
Reminiscing, they take flight...
Oh how I tried to set their edges straight.
The silence begins to grate.
It’s as cutting as the traitor.
Underestimate my heavy heart
Oh Ana, how I hate her.
I will turn this empty part
Into a finder of His truth.
So please return my flowing dark
And I will handle all the matter.
Leave me standing, sleeping stark
As my hopes for you tear and tatter.
This is our last goodbye
I knew it would be
I already knew, you cannot love me.
Poets are lost,
Consumed by the cost
Of having hearts so paper thin
They rip and tear with everything.
Oh hold me all and hold me up...
Catch my tears in your vile cup.
We cannot be. And I cannot fight.
Night is darkest before the light.
Such sentimental stirring.
My heart, a wide open book.
Yet bearing not, a second look.
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