I sing myself to sleep, <br />It's the only way to keep from crying, <br />And I pray that each day will get better, <br />So that my heart will keep from dying. <br />I dream about the possibilities every night, <br />But I only awake to see, <br />That he may never be coming back, <br />So from my eyes I wipe the debris. <br />I wake up sometimes, <br />And find that I have cried in my sleep, <br />And all that's left of my heart now, <br />Is a small, broken heap. <br />So again I sing a song, <br />To keep my mind away, <br />But I just can't help to think, <br />Of what things would be like today. <br />My heart would be whole, <br />And my face would be dry, <br />And the songs that I sing, <br />Would never make me cry. <br /> <br />© S.E.S<br /><br />Sara Stowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-hearted-song/
