Stories of love, fairy tales
of the scuttered heart,
keep our hearts beating,
so er wont fall apart.

Heart broken
hanging by a thread
a different story if
you’re dead.

Rainfall day
thunder in the corner,
i ought to mourn her
visit me in sleep,
never let me go,
haunt me in hail, rain, snow.

Fangs of regret
pull at my neck
memories so sharp
break my heart
love sets us to dream
of what appears or seems

Dread fades as the past
blossoms
at last.
Regret will wait
for ever.

Glass shatters,
hearts break,
fragment of memory
for your sole sake.