My Poor Broken Heart

I cannot cry tonight,
I have a broken heart.
I am in too much pain.
My soul is bound by a chain.

A chain stronger than any;
Chain of hopelessness and despair.
Attempts, futile, much and many.
Impossible, I know, to repair

The things that are shattered,
Chances that are lost;
Are irreplaceable and scattered.
What I grieve most;

I let something slipped mutual,
Once I thought it was,
Wasted as if something casual.
What was golden once
Now transformed into brass.

My endlessly frustrated mind
Can't find its peace in tears.
I know you have been far too kind,
And pushed me, to live in fears.

Love has no words
For those who deny.
What use is a woman like birds,
When I have one make me fly?

I took my years for granted.
Now, what good is a girl make me cry?
For once I knew what I wanted;
And gave my soul for it, to let my body die.