Confessions of a Broken Heart

These are eyes made of glass

It rains on the insides

Of this heart

Rippling waters of pain

Gently sweep across

Waves created by a breeze

A breeze of thought

Our soul drowning in acceptance

Of what is and what is not

Our outsides faking serenity

Knowing that 'strength '

Lies in moving on

Trying hard to forget

What we hold onto

In rememberance

What is lost