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There I was alone along the way. Walking along the path of this thing called life. I heard the shuffle of feet and the clicking on your feet along the way. You said I and So did I. You shared your thoughts and in turn so did I to dream. Your hand interlaced your fingers with mine. Warm a inviting to the touch. The words of comfort settled me into resting comfort. You showed me your heart and gave mine. We exchanged the simple glances in a beautiful smile staring back at me. Your kind words and promises that my mind hung on to every single word. I could hear your breath and feel your touch on mine as the wind moved the emotion though the air and twist swirled around us in a place where no one knew. The share of passion and fire as we walked along the path. You loosed your hand and unlaced fell as leafs in the fall. Your eyes grew shadows and words grew faint and cold. My heart was taken away to chase the wind. The path dinged with decay promises on a wet cold winter air. Your promises and passion....fell to ashes slowly in the cold winter air. I watched you slowly fade away into a crimson milieu. I watched the heart slowly appear though feathers of to descend on the path with a clink and crack. I felt the dreaded deet of the decay. The cold air of the chased wind of false promises and lies of deception. Sound of the howl and creaking branch. The dry swallow gasp of the silver tear that streaked and hissed as burned cheek. Reaching though the deet shattered heart melding into the hand making its way back to ownage. The glance up to the around to turn to walk though the ending dead of where your lead me. Stepping into the branch and vine. Faded out back to the path where the light once again lied .
The sound of a Breaking heart.
I wrote this out of my own thought of what a heart break looks like and feels like. How far you can allow someone who is not telling the truth to take you off the path. The distance that it takes to get back to the light of where God was walking you. The distance and how far you were at sea.
The sound of a Breaking heart.
I wrote this out of my own thought of what a heart break looks like and feels like. How far you can allow someone who is not telling the truth to take you off the path. The distance that it takes to get back to the light of where God was walking you. The distance and how far you were at sea.