Yet Another Broken Hearted Life

[fundamentalist]

Till the day i die,
I will rememeber,
My first true love.
My heart is again sore,
Yet i will survive,
I must,
I always have.

I woke up between memories,
And a dream.
I already miss my muise,
I always will,
Noone will ever replace her.

Yet another broken hearted night,
For the hopless one,
But even in hopelesness,
Between the good and the bad,
The known and unknown,
Still lies some hope.