Broken Dreams

I lay my head on broken dreams that you have sewn for me.
Taking the tattered garment that you have crafted with a heavy heart.
Weary I see that I was the fool for having false hope.
Tis nothing more than a cruel twisted joke.
The words I collected on your alter were twisted.
I find myself begging to be adored by your feet.
Only to find cold empty despair on my brow.
Twice over, my heart was torn apart
Wanting to walk beside you, my precious love

Tears fall down from love sick eyes
Forsaken to a barren wasteland with out
How can anyone move on when love is lost??

Irenia Guajardo
~Hellz Writer~