my heart was always weak,
and today it is shattered.
It was love that it'd seek,
but now it no longer matters.
my heart would always sing,
melodies of a dream so big.
To find a queen for this king,
it could humble everything
that I could ever possibly think.
my heart would always dance,
a waltz with it's own shadow.
It's beat a rhythm to always last,
once contained in it's walls,
so small, so caged and narrow.
An instrument for it's bleeding love,
leaking from every orifice and gate.
Flowing too; a poem of proceeding lust,
like two doves soaring upon a path of fate.
And now my heart has been broken,
and it will never be the same again.
But memories exist; every single moment,
and to remember again is further pain.
A once ignited flame that eternally blazed,
extinguished by the rain of misery.
A story that ended and now it is too late,
everything that we had is now history.