Diary Of My Heart

In my broken heart there is a floating tumble weed 
Blowing throughout my empty, lonely void 
Your phenomenal presence and luxurious love is all I need 
The lack of love is making me annoyed 

Annoyance, isolated me from everything else but purpose of life 
In my own state of loneliness and own sadness 
Just leave me alone with this sharp bloody knife 
Every single day, does not make sense in this mess 

My raindrop tears splash on the page of my writing book 
I wrote a paragraph of what I can sense 
Excitement for me to write on each page, I read and look 
However, this book makes me feel very nervous and anxiously dense 

I wrote about my experiences last sorrowful, I thought about 
how life seemed to be so chaotic and brutal 
I’m writing this book to make it clear out 
Life is so much more complicated, unfair and cruel 

I wish I could be more warm and beauty 
in the world and I wish for more love 
I wrote this in my old, torn, leather diary in duty
To you my love, so high up above