Yes it's true, hearts do break,
They grow cold and crack with hate.

They mourn for what is lost, is gone,
They only wish they had been able to hold one

To the happiness they had, the melting feeling within,
The gentleness, the love, the joy they felt with him.

Now only memories are left, shriveled and sad,
Hurting, no healing-nothing left of what they had.

Angry and confused, unable to cope,
Her voice drained, strangled out of hope.

Closing her eyes, trying not to seek
Out the feeling she once had when his hand brushed against her cheek.

But now the only thing she feels against her is the rain.
Only it's not the rain, it's her tears, pouring down her face-trying to release the pain.

It's still there after all this time of waiting for it to go away.
Maybe resolution is a gift when there's nothing left to say.

Still there is a shadow somewhere, of what used to be.
But it's gradually fading from our grasp, not wanting to be seen.

Just to be alone with him, who he was to her
Is her only desire now, nothing more.

Yes it's true, hearts do break,
They grow cold and crack with hate.

Copyright 3.4.2009