They say home is where the heart is
But that can't possibly be true
Because my heart is in Ghana
So my home is there tooBut how is it possible for a body to function without its heart?
Maybe that's why I'm so distant and cold
And I get depressed so easily
My life is so good, but it's missing a part
The love from half a heart will thaw
The frozen mess of my life
Too slowlyWhen did I begin to think those thoughts?
Ah, yes. It was when we moved back
When did I become so depressed?
That's right, it was when my heart cracked
So half stayed with me
And half stayed back home
So that they could reconnect in a year or so
But that never happenedI pray the time will come
When I can go back and see it,
Visit its grave
And wish I could go back to the day
When my heart was light, and my smile wasn't forced
When my laugh was genuine, and my tears were not rejoicedBut even if I see it
I will leave once again
And the crack will return,
And the pain will not end
And the joys of my past will be blown by the wind
To be found by the thief,
To be melted to pins,
Sharp needles, made to come at me once more
That will pierce the very depths of my soulI was never good at goodbyes
My heart was broken too many times
I would make friends and leave,
Four years later, the occurrence would repeat
Too many tears have fallen from these eyes,
Too many tears from too many goodbyesMy heart is still there,
Waiting for my return
And my spark is still here,
Impatient to burn
And the storm of the west
Will be held back no longer
For the lightning has started,
Soon will come thunderPlease pray for my safety
Here's my final goodbye
For my heart is still fraying
And the tears are still criedI've shed
Too many tears from too many goodbyes
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Lost and Broken
PoetryInspired by APG222092, these are a bunch of the poems I've written over time. They actually get better as they go on. Please comment what you think! Enjoy! The picture was taken by me and the cover was created using PhotoGrid. Highest rankings: (12...