Laughs of a Broken Heart
Laughs of a broken heart
It seems unreal and hard…
To believe…
And to broke apart in pieces
To analyze the difficult phenomenon
And hold on… during the life march…
Laughs of a broken heart…
Are dry and subsistent…
(To me) a true lie with intent
Those laughs result from unimaginable
Pain…
And unbelievable fate
Pain (descripted on Everytime poem)
A lot? Of course!!
Laughs of a broken heart
Happens because there are no more tears…
Gone away… and the fears… continue
It cannot cry no more… so it laughs
From despair… and no one cares…
It´s hard
Laughs of a broken heart;
Stabbed with the sword of indifference
Taking all the now cursed innocence
To very far…away
Laughs of a broken heart I can say
We can see it
We can see it on the sea
Touch it on our mind like
It could be
Don´t know if it is he or she
And what does it lead
We can see it in the sky
In the forests
Hard to define…
Yes it is
On the streets, in the neighborhoods
On our hearts, in the beaches
Flying… passing through us
Maybe in the bus
We can see it on spirits, souls
On our beings it rolls…
It is the Unknown:
Present in all things… the unknown
No one can escape it, no one.
It seems unreal and hard…
To believe…
And to broke apart in pieces
To analyze the difficult phenomenon
And hold on… during the life march…
Laughs of a broken heart…
Are dry and subsistent…
(To me) a true lie with intent
Those laughs result from unimaginable
Pain…
And unbelievable fate
Pain (descripted on Everytime poem)
A lot? Of course!!
Laughs of a broken heart
Happens because there are no more tears…
Gone away… and the fears… continue
It cannot cry no more… so it laughs
From despair… and no one cares…
It´s hard
Laughs of a broken heart;
Stabbed with the sword of indifference
Taking all the now cursed innocence
To very far…away
Laughs of a broken heart I can say
We can see it
We can see it on the sea
Touch it on our mind like
It could be
Don´t know if it is he or she
And what does it lead
We can see it in the sky
In the forests
Hard to define…
Yes it is
On the streets, in the neighborhoods
On our hearts, in the beaches
Flying… passing through us
Maybe in the bus
We can see it on spirits, souls
On our beings it rolls…
It is the Unknown:
Present in all things… the unknown
No one can escape it, no one.
Labels: Poem
