I smiled trying, when love came crying,
In a pool of tears I tried finding,
Where the mud I fell in I tried washing,
Soaked still in the thoughts of past dirt,
A fall from height in hurt,
A Brut drink I seek for these thirst,
Whiles wine mocks this journey I trek,
A dry throat I feels on this desert,
As pain care a hoot to the eye,
A debris of a heart kept for the next eye,
Where skeptic seek the reality in sight,
Joy remains a threat on the empty streets,
As the next stroll I\'m taking with fear treat.
Broken