Beside the window the damaged heart stood; star gazing the field for comfort:
Looking onward, the damaged heart cried, hoping for a lasting salvation;
Like the sorrow was never going to end; the damaged heart gave up hope:
Like her damaged heart wasn’t enough, he had to place a punch to her soul:
Further damaging her only made him feel powerful, but then was that enough reason:
Putting up with reality the damaged heart, knew that which she must do:
Just like the switching of life and death, the damaged heart gave way to comfort.
and amidst the loss of hope, the damaged heart grow her own salvation :
But then in the end, the hunter became the hunted, damaged he became at the mercy of the damaged girl.
so am not really big on poem et al, but I’ve decide to give it this bold try.
The thought of the love I should have had, remained as hopeless as the shape the window in the attic had assume;
The believe and faith that loves brings, seems all so old like the window frame of a haunted attic;
waiting patiently by the rear of the window, hoping for a miracle to intervene;
like a still water, the atmosphere around me remained real calm;
at the frustration of my lost mind, I decide to depart the window;
now leaving the confinement of the illusive window, which effects on me sure felt like I was lost in space!
I could almost believe within myself, that I never went close to the mysterious window in the first place;
An illusion I will surely tell and announce!