It was another cold winter
I grab my jacket with desire of warmth
Endure the cold chill of the rain drops
With the fire of passion and inspiration
Keeping me alive with in
Though the reality I feel is dead behind my mask
Covering the contents of a broken heart
As my shoes hit the cold, muddy pavement
I pick apart the couples that pass me by
Wearing the feeling of meant to be on their faces
I remind myself its only temporary
Because every solider eventually falls on his own sword
Feeling bitterness melt in my heart
Caring a large burden on my shoulders like the umbilical cord
That doesn't seem to leave me
Feeling somehow connected to last one who captured my heart
Simply a month after and as I walk these lonely streets
I have flashbacks of his heart beats some how remain in sync with my own
I feel his love for her deep within
Wondering if its shown on my face
How deep my pain grows from this past sin
Such a sinister feeling like heated led piercing my deepest emotions
Taping into the concealing I shove aside
Until I feel the oceans currents of warm tears
Find its outlet through the tiny cracks of this brokenness
I wonder how much time will it take, months, days, maybe even years
Until I will shake this emptiness
Until I will be freed of his heart beat
That still holds me captive in this enslavement
My heart cries out to the passer by
Who's shoulders rub against mine on this cold wet winter pavement