Withered Happiness
Blinded.
I fall for you.
You backed down.
The agony I'd rather not know.
Followed blinded, to the end of this blood shed.
In my dream, I was terrified.
Searching for the thing that scares me the most.
The irony i'd rather not know.
Your heart was the thing i found.
Made of flesh, i held it close.
Little did i know, It had died long ago.
No pulse to the flow.
Small deths are the saddest.
Copyright © Jess Conner | Year Posted 2012
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