A fragile heart knows when love no longer lives next door. It feels the pain of the lonely, and the forgotten souls. The naked heart is dressed up to camouflage the hurt that others have caused so that no one will ever know. You have mastered how to smile while your heart bleeds for mercy. How could it be that the storyline you created in your head did not go as planned? Leaving you with letters that when put together does not equal a complete sentence of the status of your heart. All cried out, leaving you with a dreadful reality, the reality of lingering dry tears. Time heals all wounds, so you become obsessed with time, waiting for your season to pass, but all four seasons bring you pain. Don’t give up a lonely heart, there is a place for the heartless, and a place for the broken heart. This place my friend is in each other’s bed…maybe