Dear heart

when will i learn that my heart is a delicate piece of art work . Crafted by the finest of artists

yet even after knowing how fragile it is .

i give it away to others

this point i repeated over and over again

well now i stand alone

in the land of lost souls , that nobody can remember

i stand over your resting place

roses in one hand and a knife in the other

its the same blade that cut so deep

every time it was pushed deeper into my chest

look at me now

no tears falling , no painful screams

wanting to rip out from my throat

nothing

but silence fills the graveyard

no one comes nor goes

from the gates that wait

for loved ones to ease the sadness

in the souls eyes

i kneel down and sob

as i will never see you ever

again

now in my chest a hole

was left

by you whose place

it will always remain

dear heart this is my last Goodbye

to an old friend that has now faded with

time

~A.