This Broken Heart

This heart broken and shattered With palpitations at bay. Shan't ride the storm before the morn For I can't stand the pain. This nausea, this sickness, the pitiless aches My lingering illness. Torments my mind and maddens my brain She's gone, my love is gone. To climb and explore, The high and large elevations, her Everest. To fly above each somber cloud, the patches hued with gray. Who will save ye now ? When left battered and bruised from falling While lost within your endless bipolarity. What angel will swoop down from blue skies And save thee from those rippling tides? Allow me, To offer you my broken heart, And save you the effort of breaking many more.