heart break isn't just about loveheart break is familyheart break is friendsheart break is humiliationheart break is more than just love its everything that comes with it.
I watch as they plant their fists in his face and bang his head against the wallI just stand there watching because fear makes its way to my body and I run, I run so fast I can't feel my feetThen....All I can think about isIs he alive?Why did I leave him?Fear is the answer
you were there on the good daysyou were there on the bad daysyou were there to make me laughyou were there to make me crynow you are just someone who was there.
The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing,The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying,And the YearOn the earth her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead,Is lying.Come, Months, come away,From November to May,In your saddest array;Follow the bierOf the dead cold Year,And like dim shadows watch by her sepulchre.The chill rain is falling, the nipped worm is crawling,The rivers are swelling, the thunder is knellingFor the Year;The blithe swallows are flown, and the lizards each gone
I never lost as much but twice,And that was in the sod.Twice have I stood a beggarBefore the door of God!Angels -- twice descendingReimbursed my store --Burglar! Banker -- Father!I am poor once more!
The weight of misfortune has stooped my shouldersBut I don’t intend to stop for a good while yet;I afflict my own destinyAnd don’t want anyone to mourn for my fate.I’ve made peace with God on my lossesAnd agreed with him on the epitaphsThat should be written about my senseless wars.