Crafted From Pain
Why did you blow the candle off
That used to light my heart?
Now the daylight is tainted
Each day is gloomy since you depart.
Why did you cut the thin thread off
That used to knot mine to your heart?
Now the love tale has ended
And we are growing apart.
Why did you turned the music off
And stopped to serenade my heart?
Now our love song has faded
Who would replace to sing your part?
Why did you ripped the pages off
That hold the treasures of my heart?
Now I am left empty handed
Creating naught but worthless art.
But don’t feel sorry I’m not jaded,
You have loved me for my resilient heart.
I would soon be taking off
And soar again to a brand new start.
I guard the ‘lil flame inside me
Springtime would melt my frozen heart.
A love tale would sprout some day
And you’ll not play a single part.
I hum a novelly and simple melody
The tunes coming inside my scarred heart.
The lyrics are forming slowly,
A love song I’m enthused to start.
I pick strewn bits of harmony
Saving each treasure in my heart.
I thrive to live for one more day,
This pain I’m crafting to priceless art.
Sad Poem again, I’m sorry. I wish you well. ~ Jeques