Perhaps you couldn't see the fear in my eyes because I was too terrified to open them.
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Heartstrings and Other Things
PoesiaSnapping like the strings of violins, red dripping on my fingertips. The angels cry for the bleeding hearts, the sirens sing their songs of sorrow, both sobbing in their worlds, apart, what is whole today is gone tomorrow.
Fear
Perhaps you couldn't see the fear in my eyes because I was too terrified to open them.
