The Hurting Heart

Take my soul.

It serves no purpose within this home.

For you are no longer here and I disappeared.

Gone with the wind.

This is what happens when we have nothing left to defend.

We are no more than a broken heart and the glass shattered on the bedroom floor.

I thought you were going to be forever.

But you chose to say no more; silence is golden,

As I lay here, I'm left with nothing but stolen moments.