Deep Dark Soul Poet

A broken heart speaks love in every shattered shard, but the pieces of my heart speak out to you, the darkness tries to invade and veil my love, but the light of love keeps glowing…

Theres a crack in the clock, a crack in time Crack in my heart and cracks in my mind Take me back to when it all started So I can stop being broken hearted.…

A dream within a dream, So lonely in the winter still; Wishes going into the air stream, To never again to fulfil.…

Oh, please give to me my sweet butterfly A kiss to me upon your gossamer wings And carry me far away to foreign lands To realms of exotic and beautiful things…

Your gesture’s smile into my eyes, a happy grin There is all of you here, so where do I begin? The simplest touch of your silken skin to my hand Sends me reeling skyward way above…

All alone with my thoughts, as they haunt me so, Eyes are like rivers that hasten to flow. Images circle me, and begin to glow, Why must my thoughts taunt me so?…

In my quiet darkened room alone, except for a memory the night cries for daybreak but the tears make no sound.…

Alone in my pain and agony I lay depress and hollow Back to normal again Feelings gone once more…

A lonely soul choosing to be lost, secretly wishes to find a home, so that it may be found…..…

A pocket of dreams gone soggy Washed in the laundry of life Drawn out and stretched In the crisp morning air to dry…

Cast into a myriad of coloured dreams Where Myrtle's blooms bursts rainbows Upon my outstretced sleeping form My mind busily wanders, entranced…

I walk down this dark black path all alone A hood over me covering my eyes and head My only company are the cold silent stones Looki​ng​ like a worshipe​r​ of a god long dead…

Hands tied, eyes shut, closed lies Life in full bloom but breathin​g​ denied. Couldn't fly, freedoms expired Crawled into the bed that was occupied.…

As the dark cold night time air fills my sky So do the screams in my mind want to fly. Take my broken heart and do what you will As there is no more blood left for me to spill.…

A silence comes within me, tall, When with darkness I again fall; A shadow creeping softly stays, And shows its vision in many ways.…