Broken

Winter Night: Broken




A Broken Pen can't write the expressive words that the heart wants to write,
When at Night looking at the changing seasons that came,
I felt the inspiration embrace the moments I share in the lines,
This art was the love I cherish next to you,
While my absence change, I should of give you the love you wanted that day,
Writing with a Broken Pen taught me to cherish the art you inspire me to follow boo,
You believe in me when I was battling to get myself back,
Going hungry to fight nights when being poor has you stressed,
For that hurt me the most to know I lost good opportunities that would turn into a blessing,
If I gave you the love that repeats to abuse in the lines of mine when looking at the Pillar of Nine,
I would of believe that I should of change when you came to knock on the door today.


For me, I felt ashamed to embrace you in my art,
Felt ashamed to even mention you once through the New Era,
Even though it hurts to know that the paths lead us to go,
I knew that the love you felt that day change when I wrote the Farewell and New Love Bloom Next To You,
Not even perfect when months getting drunk off the rum,
Looking for that quick buzz when I felt being sober was lame,
Three years going four I destroy the love for the poetry,
Looking back I miss the thoughts we shared and the poems I wrote about the hardships that made me questions my purpose,

Late nights looking at the fame I wanted to touch when Lucy was waiting for me to sign away,
Broken to know I lost the meaning to the purpose,
We had different lifestyles that made a change but I couldn't catch up in the end,
Broken to know I give away the meaning to the masterpieces,
Broken to know I lost the meaning to you when late at nights conversations run-up to the dawn while I had moments of knowing the cherish love will leave,
Now I barely hear from you.