How can her heart break,
It's been ages since it was whole
Crippled fragments of a human soul
Nestled beneath a rock in some long forgotten grave
She wanders to this dark place
Stands above her grave
Tossing another fragment of her soul under the rock
Its morbid she feels nothing
How can she be so used to nothingness
She learned at a young age tears are weakness
That evil lurks in the darkness
Solely intending to prey on the weak
She'll never let you or anyone else see what's happening inside
She'll always collect
Whatever pieces of her soul remain
As they fall
Alone in the dark she'll fake a smile
Wander to her grave
As she's done for the past twenty years
Tossing what's left under the rock
Almost completely empty
It shouldn't be much longer
She awaits her final journey
It's morbid she looks forward to being a shell
She can't wait for the day that you can't touch her

((((((Tay))))))...It's good to see you!! ...As always, your poetry pulls hard on tender emotions ...Much love and many hugs beautiful!

In a darkened room,void of color and shadowing glum...thoughts of a love we shared that never stayed true!
We were unstoppable with a measure of devotion that overflowed in every meaningful touch...as our hearts emerged in each loving kiss that ment so much.
As the light fades from our glittering eyes....the feelings have faded

In a darkened room,void of color and shadowing glum...thoughts of a love we shared that never stayed true!
We were unstoppable with a measure of devotion that overflowed in every meaningful touch...as our hearts emerged in each loving kiss that ment so much.
As the light fades from our glittering eyes....the feelings have faded as another love dies.
Its not always a fairy tale life for a woman and her kings glory.....so
its it seems ooverwhelming ad.

In a darkened room,void of color and shadowing glum...thoughts of a love we shared that never stayed true!
We were unstoppable with a measure of devotion that overflowed in every meaningful touch...as our hearts emerged in each loving kiss that ment so much.
As the light fades from our glittering eyes....the feelings have faded as another love dies.
Its not always a fairy tale life for a woman and her kings glory.....so
its it seems ooverwhelming ad.

.....overwhelming and torturous to beginning a new story!"!! Yet i love to my best of abilities......standing tall and strong

.....overwhelming and torturous to beginning a new story!"!! Yet i love to my best of abilities......standing tall and strong,always aware of my own nobility ;-)