As the sun sets on another broken heart, it’d cried out in pain, yearned, for a cure, a super-glue, perhaps???
As the sun sets on another broken heart, it’s, just another DAY in hell, I suppose, and, we’re going through our separate and combined, shared HELL every single moment we’re living here on this god DAMN planet!
the reflections of light, on the broken down pieces…NOT my photograph…
As the sun sets on another broken heart, will that heart that got broken, right before sunset heal back up by dawn’s early light? Or, will it, keep its broken state of being, and become a ROAD hazard, for all those unsuspecting tires of those way-too-naïve cars?
As the sun sets on another broken heart, I’m just, too tired, and, as I lay me down to sleep, I saw nothing but those broken hearts, coming back to life, cut wide open, bleeding, in my dreams!
Life, the Obstacle Course 