THE HEART THAT BREAKS

The heart that breaks, it knows no peace,

It bears the scars that never cease.

It weeps and bleeds, it cries in pain,

And longs for love, but all in vain.

The tears that fall, they mark the loss,

A heavy burden, like a cross.

They stream down cheeks, like rain on glass,

And leave a stain, that time won't pass.

The memories of what once was,

Now pain the heart, and tear the cause.

The moments shared, now turned to dust,

The bond once strong, now broken trust.

The shattered pieces, they lie around,

Like shards of glass upon the ground.

Each fragment, a painful reminder,

Of love once cherished, now a reminder.

The heart that breaks, it's hard to mend,

The wounds run deep, and never end.

It longs for solace, a soothing balm,

But finds no comfort, in the calm.

The pain that cuts, it never fades,

A constant ache, that always pervades.

The heart that breaks, it knows no rest,

It searches for hope, but finds no nest.

So let us weep, and mourn the loss,

And bear the weight, of the heart's own cross.

For though the pain may never cease,

Our love endures, in sweet release.