Part one: the break

downWhen the heart does break
It breaks slowly.

Softly ever so softly
Unnoticed to the eye

A heart that still pumps blood
A heart that still beats to the drum

It's the illusion of life
Of thriving when really it's perishing before your very eyes.

The heart does break
And the heart breaks slowly.

A heart that cracks
A heart that bleeds crimson red

Tear drops fat as the ocean
Waters as wide as the sea

A heart that finally stops beating
A heart that gave out.

Or perhaps it's light was put out by another
It's shine darkened

A heart in distress
In utter despair.

Oh how the heart breaks,
And the heart breaks slowly.

A million little goodbyes
Mini funerals of what could have, should have, would have beens.

Had it only been acknowledged,
Only been seen to the naked eye

The heart does break,
And the heart breaks slowly.

Slow and soft and white as snow
Delicate in its design

Yet able to give out so much love
Unrequited,...