Literature
A broken heart.
A broken heart, births great art––
it bleeds you dry, but as you sigh, cry, and whimper goodbye…as you think, and slowly sink, your soul drips ink, over tattered pages, as you blink––
away your tears, writing for minutes to wash away years, drinking beers, until your fear; disappears––
for at least one more night, void of light, illuminating your now tainted, fainted, no-longer-delight–– it took flight, it caught alight, it didn't fight, no longer in sight––so now you write.
You say what you couldn't, perhaps what you shouldn't, you wouldn't––
have understood bef