My heart Lys Barron.

My heart Lys Barron
Like a broken wing

Not a bird
Or a song to sing

Not empty of the suffering
But hopelessly covered in mist

The earth kissed me with a fresh morning
a tender air to breath

I tried leaving the hurt behind
i guess it followed the fragments

Of my ever shedding mind
the memories that haunt

Like shadows playing upon the street
at midnights chime

Often they echo in laughter at my demise
i hear them

No tears falling can disguise
the glistened burnt out cries

Nor the aching
In rivers blue eyes

Often i watch them whispering
amongst the moving trees

They won't let me in on their
secret societies

Hearts in aching finery
Like an iron lung

Breathing moisture
In escaping non

Oh love the morning mist hissed
like a snake I've imagined

The fragments of heart
full of venom pulsating vigorously

Like a disease without a cure
is it to be that love is
the longest falling demiurge

For the faint hearted
Or nearly departed

The earth kissed me with a fresh morning
a tender air to breath

My heart Lys Barron
With no deprive

Those fallen fragments
Shall never leave.