My heart is sad,

It is writing notes to my soul as I sleep

writing of perhaps,

of sometimes,

of how things could have been

My heart is sad,

It is beating less frequently

It is heavy with all the things -

you mean to me

Things I now have to bury inside

My heart is sad,

Every chamber is lonely

Every path my blood flows - 

hurts me

Every breath I take -

i wish was my only......