When the heart grows old It struggles to beat Finding true love Seems an unattainable feat Life’s light grows dim As time passes by Still trying to find shelter In another one’s eye The winds blow strong Rain stinging face The tears are kept hidden In a cold dark place Trust is a virtue So hard to find Hart has been broken One to many a time But tears of sadness Can cleanse a poor soul Then believe in yourself One day you’ll be whole BT2013
Posted on: Fri, 15 Nov 2013 03:45:06 +0000