SparkA Poem by Simon WelshSuppose the heart was made to be broken
And so the shadows loom
wearing the burden of the day The cold soil of an open grave smears the warm sunlight of yesterday Long, lost hours I'll wait for the sky to fade away I'm waiting for that spark so I can create something beautiful Wearing pieces of a tragic love Suppose the heart was made to be broken If you can't hang it in black then what you felt meant nothing at all Long, lost hours I'll wait for the moon to crack I'm waiting for that spark so I can colour my memories What is fortune, really? I haven't been able to buy something to make me feel any kind of worth Long, lost years Still waiting for tomorrow I'm living in that spark because it keeps me alive © 2014 Simon WelshFeatured Review
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