Once your soul truly knows how to weep.
Or your heart learns the feeling of being broken.
It can never beat rhythmically as it once did before.
You will be left with pieces,
Never completely put back together.
Like a picture missing a puzzle piece.
Wind will whistle through its cracks,
Movement will begin to shift in its foundation,
And your soul never functions the same again.
Your heart starts to form scars,
Resembling a faded roadmap,
With no reprieve for that lost and weary road traveler.
It will leave you bereft and breathless.
And you will begin to question reality.
Your mind will relive every tragic moment,
And you will be left to drown in your own tears.
Once your heart and soul learns how to break
You just become another tragic story.