Broken

It's three o'clock in the morning and sleepless eyes are hidden by tears of darkness that falls throughout the night.
Waiting for the departure of the one who holds the end, anticipating the emptiness that will fill my heart with sorrow, like the endless search for dreams in sight of the horizon, forever remaining beyond a reach.
When the wings of love take flight from the heart, like a last breath of life, there's no retaining that which will not be bound.