The Heart Breaker's Broken Hearted Rant

The Heart Breaker's Broken Hearted Rant

A Poem by Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

 

 

Must it be

Must it be as is written

Oh I think I've forgotten

How this symphony should feel

It should feel

 

It should feel

It should feel like the heavens

She heard my confessions

I think I am a fool

I'm a fool

 

I'm a fool

I'm a fool for believing

She could be all forgiving

I feel the grey overcast

Overcast

 

Overcast

Overcast of the storms clouds

They're clearing from my house now

Here comes the hopeful sun

Oh the sun

 

Oh the sun

Oh the sun it's shine is different

For it has been missing

Missing a long gone time

Long gone time

 

Long gone time

Long long time since I've been through

Trials and tribunes

It's time get off the wall

Off the wall

 

Off the wall

Off the wall into crisis

Did i really want this?

The pains and screams of a war

Of a war

 

Of a war

Of a war between Angels

My silly imagination

Is running wild again

Wild again

 

Wild again

Wild again with a woman

Has my past been forgiven?

Am I moving on too soon

It's too soon

 

It's too soon

It's too soon for a judgement

And without a through assessment

I think I have fallen

Fallen

 

I have fallen

I have fallen in trouble

Covered up in the rubble

From the path of my weltered days

Of my days

 

Of my days

Of my day and my night dreams

So real, I can hear screams

And moans from hell at times

At the time

 

At the time

At the time of my judgement

There will be unerveing silence

To see where I belong

I belong

 

I belong

I belong with an angel

And I think It is fatal

A fatal sign of craving life

Oh this life

 

Of this life

Of this life in a coffin

I feel it too often

My spirit reaches for the sky

For the sky

 

For the sky

For the sky full of fliers

I'll hold you much tighter

Than you've been held before

Held before

 

Held before

Held before a fashion trial

I think it is vital

For me to hold your hand

Hold your hand

 

Hold your hand

Hold your hand through my sickness

Until it finally parts us

Upon our different ways

Different ways

 

Different ways

Different ways but i have promised

Whatever has to befall us

I'd love you till the end

Till the end

 

Till the end

Till the end of my conscious

Won't let nothing again stop us

For the rest of our troubled time

Of our time

 

Of our time

Of our time here is precious

Let's not forget that

We were born here to belong

To belong

 

To belong

To belong to another

There is nobody better

Better than this girl

Oh this girl

 

Oh this girl

Oh this girl drives crazy

And makes me feel lazy

Even lazier with time

With our time

 

With our time

With our time we will make it

The greatest infinite

An Infinite love alone provides

Close your eyes

 

Close your eyes

Closer your eyes and it's over

Time is not a big joker

It took me before our prime

Too unkind

 

 

© 2015 Kenneth Nicholas Lowe


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Added on June 25, 2015
Last Updated on June 25, 2015
Tags: love, hate, broken, heart, rant, men, women, life, death, fools, cheat, redemption, fallen

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Kenneth Nicholas Lowe
Kenneth Nicholas Lowe

Melbourne, Victoria, Australia



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Born to the Human Race, I live in the land of India for the time being with a major ancestral inclinations to the Anglican and Celtic anthropological denominations. With that being said, My day job.. more..

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