When My Heart

When my heart spilled over into the next day... it seemed to weep it's own tears as if years had passed it by with out even saying good bye,and life seemed so colored pink,... perhaps it was the glasses of rose that laid upon it's nose that made every thing seem so over exposed... When my heart spilled over into the next day...it flopped on it side as if it had died and no one cared if it had cried,... out about the many things it had witnessed in doubt and words it had heard that could make any sane person scream and shout.... When my heart spilled over into the next day....everything seemed so gray, even the beautiful flowers that bloomed in May could not shake the quake that had taken over the day of pain that would awaken inside the main frame of mind in which my heart seemed unwind...in..