How my heart breaks at the seams.
Threads to pull slightly,
ripping the heart into small fragments of what once to be.
Crumbs cradle into jagged edges.
Soft sounds to hold the fragile pieces together.
Whispers to whistle through threadbare knots and tangles.
Twists within,
leading to an unknown area of my heart.
Time slowly catches with loss.
Notes flow smooth and quiet
mimicking those somber silhouettes shadowing within the woods.
They begin soft as they then round and build and tell a story of what will be.
Time overlaps.
Sending you to be mine.
Blue skies darken above us.
Watching our friends fall.
No where to cradle.
No where to cower and hide from the sunlight.
When all we need is the darkness to repair broken hearts.
Love you do.
Lie you have.
Hearts you shatter.
Lights lit the sky,
the waves to call out to us.
Taunting for you pick up the broken pieces of faltering stars.
Breaking hearts.
Sand and grains to whip at your scars aligned all throughout.
The stories played in the eyes of loss.