Through the lens of a broken heart
the sky is muted
the air flavored with mud
Through the lens of a broken heart
my face feels weighted down
my feet heavy as clay
Through the lens of a broken heart
I only speak when spoken to
My face has forgotten how to smile
Through the lens of a broken heart
The only thing that beckons
is the silence of a shuttered room.
Penelope's Musings 
Cool work! It would be great if, Sun could bring the smile back. Thanks for the like and follow.