Rules are there to be broken.
Plans are there to be scrapped.
Dreams are there so that they never come true,
That is the way of life perhaps.
Words are there to be spoken.
Bittersweet are the ones which are not.
A wish made that didn’t come true.
All of us broken-hearted people that life long forgot
Dreams are there to pose the illusion,
That the candle of hope is still a-lit
Love is there as your last false hope,
A promise you made to provide yourself a reason to live.
Time is but an instant.
Always passing by,
Always leaving you behind
Two strings stretched and stressed.
Consequences of actions none could have guessed.
The tale of many a broken heart
By the arrow of time, two lovers drawn apart
Sadness is there as a comfort,
When you finally face the truth you couldn’t bear to face.
The fallen angel
The demonized saint
The silent saviour
The host of times so bleak
The moment you turn away from the world,
To let a tear wander down your cheek.
Nature’s intricate architecture,
Beautiful trees hanging above the hidden tombs.
Lurking souls watch strangers passing by.
Heavy hearts sunken eyes
They have nothing left to do but cry.
A consensus held among them,
The same residual question
The heart on your sleeve is there to be broken.
All is there so that all can be lost.
When your most sacred dreams turn to nightmares
When you reach The End
The godforsaken End
You look back.
All you can do is remember, it seems all is lost.
You realize the life you thought yourself
Entitled to was no more than a con
All you have left is a memory.
The story of a life and love long gone.