Alone On a Star

Alone on a star, I wish to see hope granted but alas from afar, our love ran cold like a stream gone dry. I picked up my broken heart and carried it ever so soft, I wandered the places where oft love goes to die. Begrudgingly, I held that sharp steel sword ever so ary, you would almost think I buried sorrow`s disdain on the hill aloft. I swung relentlessly, blade relentless in its dire pursuit, until I collapsed with heart in hand; ready to meet my unrequited fate, to only uncover the lowly place of which our demise doth lie. Speak softly or do not speak at all; we were destined to meet love`s malice, the bleak uncertainty remains as of late: was how we fell all pretend or were we even meant to fall?