Where does a gentleman gain his strength
after his heart has been broken?
There is no lover, nor little one to hold
This heart and hands.
No angels wings to find comfort from
This heart ache.
Just dust lives here now.
Just broken dreams covered in
paint and words left meaningless
a part of life best buried down deep.
I’ve no charm left to give or kind words to bolster.
My touch has no magic left and a mouth with
no whispered seduction in the night.
There is no caress of kindness here only
Paint and broken words, broken hearts
No long a kind Sir.
Simply a broken man.