Memory of a Broken Heart
Her pain is strong, she wont admit that the tears she's cried werent counterfeit
Real as the air, moon,and stars
Nothing new shows but fading scars
From time to time they fade into new
Blood from the deep comes into view, as it glistens in the sun like snow
What is left but for her vains to show?
Darkness inside but outside glows?
How is that when nothing shows?
No emotion in her face, even though her mind is a certain scary place
Nothing awaiting but pain, agony, then death
Its alright with her as she takes her last breath, free to fly in a life beyond death.
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