Living life with a black heart

My black tears flow out of my eyes like water flows down a river, as I read old love poems, that remind me of him... In a world were broken hearts take place of flowers, and it\'s dark all around. Were the sun cant peek through the heavy clouds. Were black butterflies flutter all around. People watch your every foot step, like their eyes are on the ground. Wishing is all you can do even though you know that they wont come true. You sit alone thing what should I do should I move on or should I stay with you. Your wondering when the time will come, when you can say how you feel with out it being the biggest deal.