Only the broken beyond repair could know my anguish.
Love is so many things, but it is not safe.
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another, "I want to know why!
You must have brought the bad weather with youThe sky's the color of leadAll you've left me is a featherOn an unmade bed
God draws near to the brokenhearted. He leans toward those who are suffering. He knows what it feels like to be wounded and abandoned.
This sweet-bitter scentIs still making me faintEnduring the painThat makes me insane.Trying to smile everydayTo hide the feelings I bearHide in bed and layPraying to ease the fear.The scent of perfume...
Love is blind and now he prove that to me. He left me alone . But when she left me I now realizee that my true love is God.