The Key...

Today is another day gone, another piece, another piece stripped away. More silence than talking but my heart still fills the same; it feels the same. There are little prickles of pain and a slight knot in my throat.  My heart feels the same though. Just like you start dying when you are born, I started dying when I  realized something was being torn. But my heart still fills the same; feels the same. Walking away into plain site. It wont be hard to find me, if you ever decided to fight for me. They say in time my heart wont fill the same; it wont feel the same but my heart still feels the same; it will fill the same.