No Storybook Ending for the Likes of You (redone)

I decied to try and make this one a sonnet and here it goes. Heart as blank as your snow covered grave. Words of hopelessness stain white shadows, Forlornly seeking what the heart craves. Staring lost out of our stained windows Death of innocents ruptures my soul, Too few were our days of peaceful dreams. How do I make my life once again whole? The pain is scared so deep it still screams Standing here alone I will wait for you, Pointless wish that you’ll come back to me, The sign on your door speaks here true. Tear me to pieces with nowhere left to flee. As tears stream cheerfully down my face, Turn away to hide a smile in disgrace.