Broken Hearts Mask Reality
When I do wake to the melody of dove
Gentle coos like ambassadors above
I will in my reality shed immediate tear
For losing her signals inevitable fear
Choice provide me an avenue in time
Where my pain and sorrow is sublime
I walk alone today, trudge on pavement
Vacant is the stare a visual eye apparent
Oh no further toward the romantic air
For left in quiet there today is despair
Suggests our mind is readily drawn alone
Rather than Hollywood’s circus as shone.
I do experience only a bittersweet release
Ever mindful of heartbreak’s natural peace.