Confessions of a broken soul

The nights they come and go
but my tears fall steady
right through my mask
through my fake smile

my tears are always falling
no matter how invisiable they seem
my mask seem perfect
by my eyes can not lie

the fear i hide
the pain i feel
all the lies i tell
my eye are the window to my soul

my eyes still see your image
they still see your name
they play tricks on my hands
i often write you name, or dial your number

so tell me my love,
why do i still love you?
you stole my heart and set it on fire
then sank it to the bottom of the ice pit you call a soul

my heart is back together again
or so it may seem
but the words on this page are true
The confessions of a shattered soul

By Bianca