Collecting the Mess

The fluttering heart at the day-break

Struggles against the dead weight now

The promises of togetherness shake

 If there is a way to cope, I don't know how? 

In the mix of the purplish sky there's a blotch of black

And soon all that's left is the never ending night

You wish you knew if there was a way back

Or somewhere there was a sight of light. 

A broken thread of aspirations

Dangle somewhere, along the arc

And you find a way for diversions

The pain of separation, it's a shark. 

The shattered pieces of the dream hammers heart

And soon all left is pieces for you to pick up