Many things break my heart in two
But the hardest
thing to see
Is you softly
speaking words of love
To a man who isn’t
me
Many things break my heart in two
But the hardest
thing to see
Is you softly
speaking words of love
To a man who isn’t
me
There is beauty in the world
Not the fake
painted on kind
True beauty doesn’t
wear
The artificial gloss
of glamour
Or the mask of
vanity
True natural beauty
Is hidden in a
maiden fair
Who lives
blissfully unaware
Of her great gift
Because the greatest
beauty of all
Resides within
I had high hopes of you
But you let me down
You turned out to
be inconsistent
Shifting like the
desert dunes
And I can see clearly
that you’re
Undependable and
feckless
With feet of clay
I wasted too much
time
Trying to get you
to commit
I can only liken it
In every corner of my mind
An endless moment
lives
Burnt into my
memory
Glowing like an
ember
That won’t die
Tormenting and taunting
A loop of reminiscence
Constantly
reminding me
Of the fateful
moment
That I let you go
Grief hits like an iron fist
Cloaked in a velvet
glove
But grief is the
ultimate price
We all have to pay
for love
The world is a cold and empty place
Devoid of beauty
When you fall out
of love
Colder and emptier
still
When someone else
Falls out of love
with you
Falling in love
Is a beautiful
thing
And love does make
The world go round
Being in love
Is a beautiful
thing
As long as the
world
Keeps turning
Fall out of love
And the world stops
With no beauty in
it