Lively Whispers Echoing In Voiceless Canyons

Rocking out in a garden of fields overrun with foolish weeds that had no caring or love anywhere around. Lively echoes whispering in voiceless canyons of what used to be chambers of a heart. One that had never been cuddled or softly talked to, a solitary confinement alone. Moments that just refused to migrate into another's heart, forever stuck between hopeful thoughts. Weapons of love that that strike through a desperation grabbing hold of every sense and the mind's intellect. Causing a feeling of bereavement with sadness washing like the tide upon shores of this broken heart tonight.