Numbers of pain

Broken wrists
Broken bikes
Broken books
and Broken knives
Death come in pain
by Stabbing or going insane
But out of all this pain
The one that never goes away
Is the heart that we were born with
Whole as can be
And by the time our life is over
How much is there really left to see?...
Time goes by..
Our hearts deminish
Once being whole
And now left in many pieces
This is the truest pain of them all
For when you die...
Your heart will still be in pain
From the love you lost
And the loves you no longer remain...

by KCFangel
posted on 09/10/2007