The Ward of Newmarket

He lives in Lee, but close enough…..

A Town of Broken Hearts

Newmarket is a small town.
A town of broken hearts.
A town of single souls,
where love has come apart.

A morning mist surrounds the river.
You watch the incoming tide.
You can know its power
But not what’s deep inside.

The love you lost forever
the flame that consumed your soul.
It’s power still remains,
unfocused now and cold.

Newmarket is a small town.
A town of broken hearts.
A town of single souls,
where love has come apart.

When the sun burns through the mist
and illuminates the day.
Will it warm you up as well,
or leave you frozen grey.

It’s a roll of mental dice,
a power you can’t control.
Is this a new beginning,
Or a recollection of the old?

Newmarket is a small town.
A town of broken hearts.
A town of single souls,
where love has come apart..

Relearning love is never easy.
Nothing good ever is.
But nothing ever happens,
If you don’t provide the fizz.

Do not be afraid
to not be alone.
To open up your heart,
if someone wants your own.

Newmarket is a small town.
A town of broken hearts.
A town of single souls,
where love has come apart.

Michael Cameron Ward 12/31/2018-01/05//2019