A Broken Heart

From a broken heart tears dont flow,
it just turns into an un-heeling sore,
bleeding more inside
than the deep red that shows on its outside.

It lives on its own
lonely and alone.

It rescues itself from finales' which would kill the sore-
from pitfalls of love which had once healed craters of tired souls,
only to turn into a automated retired core.

Cry

You cry and you stand alone,

You cry because you are left alone.

You cry on lonely days,

You cry when it becomes a hard day.

You cry because you remember the times when you didnt,

You cry because those times are lost-decayed and wilt.

You cry in loneliness and in fear,

You cry in happiness and in cheer.

You cry because you have lost those who were close and dear,

You cry because you want them near.

You cry because a hard rain is going to fall,

You cry because you need to reach out and call.

You cry because all is a mess,

You cry because you have not been blessed.

You cry because you want to hold someone's hand,

You cry because everyone you love leaves you for someone else's land.

You cry because your pain is your's again,

You cry because its all going down the drain.

You cry more than you laugh,

You cry every day till you last.