Broken |
by Poet Sheba |
Used to be happy with my memories Now I can't sleep, for those memories are broken 9 months The cycle of life ended before it's time Aborted into the empty sky Reaching out in a slient plea My questions go unanswered Dreams are still broken Our love torn from its safe haven Tears turning red, staining future memories with burning agony One day those tears will turn white I still mourn for love like a lost child in a sea of broken dreams |