Pile of hearts
A big cloud thunderstorm
Ravaging my heart
From inside out and
Outside in
Going nowhere
No sudden endings
No new begin
How broken would you like me to be?
I ask, because 'I'll help you'
But always someday
Not now
Now never, always forever
Not ever?
Still changing, growing
Rattling back and forth
Against the walls of my
Self-induced prison
Must obey
To that random person
A new me for every day..
There is a
Too broken
Too hurt, or
Too much wounded
To still go on
With a little, tiny brittle
Tòò much irony
Enforced on one too many parts
Will I end up on a pile of beaten hearts?
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| rosa.: | Vrijdag, oktober 14, 2005 18:30 |
| Strong words of a strong heart . . . (youdon'tknowhowmuchyoumeantome) |
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| Auteur: Mysticelfje |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 oktober 2005 | ||
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