broken-hearted

I am sad with beautiful carvings of the world worships
The wounds that pierce carving but no one knew that I was disappointed in the story

Up to think about love by heart not the eyes feel love for the loss of common sense to make me sink in sorrow and silence

as if I led all but broken by false promises made ​​these broken wings and cry I die lamenting the destiny with the grief of love because of the wounds and grief of deep sculpturing