a heart apart

Isn’t it odd, the story of love in life,
Could it be cause of happiness or pain?
Will it cause a lonely time of strife
or cage me in the darkness to remain?

All of the fairy tales are nothing but lies,
Happy endings that never come to pass.
All you will feel is the heart as it dies,
Since your happiest times will never last.

Hope is still present in the darkest of times,
Even when it all seems to disappear.
Alone, remembering all love as crime
since my heart lays broken never healed.

My soul is broken, shattered like my heart,
And it seems from him, I’m a heart apart.