Falling Apart With A Broken Heart

All grief has turned into distress,
It is for sure the most scournful jest,
Fate never healed a wounded heart,
Torn into shreds and pieces apart.

The days when each smile is turned into cries,
Like the big thunderous clouds in the sky,
Confined into hungry flames,
Like an animal untamed.

Time of joy are effortless,
Grief are vain; cuts the soul endless,
Wounds that would never mend,
Till life on it's own ends.

With your face slightest sketched traced,
But with the coloring of life turns to a disgrace,
Onto a single word of goodbye to part,
Causing a broken heart.