For a heart to be broken-
It suffers many breaks.
Many from another-
And some the owner makes.
If only being broken-
Was where pain finds an end-
But instead the pain is re-lived…
Over and over again.
Callous ways for protection-
Only they hurt even more…
Suddenly the reflection is clear-
And closed is the final door.
Love is the reward-
Before punishment takes it hold-
And the foolish change the grass-
For a greener color was sold.
Being damned and confined-
The warnings were all there…
But when knowledge was gained-
There was no one left to care.
Selling the drama-
A relationship’s goal and game..
Losing only yourself-
Through love’s bad name.
Pen And Paper Stories 