“The Glass Heart” Tears roll backwards into the pit of a bottomless heart. From her black stained eyes, her world is decaying, to the tune of the Devil’s harp. She walks upon life, like a circus string, with only death there to catch her. Yet, there is no remedy to her quite quandary, a faithless believer. She sings of love, she looks of spring, yet paints herself black. Alone in her room of shadows, she sits and writes of anguish, the pen bleeds fact. So many wrong her, but she knows that what is, is soon to pass. Can you save a love you never new, or embrace a heart of glass? Destined to become like the angles, her face shows no sign of misery. I miss her, but if I pray, would she fly to me? For the lies so many gave her, she could spare no trust. For the all laughs no one gave her, her heart became dust. ____________________________ I wrote this thinking about a girl I know, most likely I will give it to her. Just want to know what you guys think.
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