Heartless Glass
Shattered glass,
Pieces in the wind always lost,
Never found,
Keep blowing my foul wind,
Take the sharp words with you,
Wrap around me with your ice,
Freeze me in place,
Let them see,
They lose what they do not try to keep,
They forget what they do not try to remember,
So gone is the heart of what you thought was yours to try for,
You wait a while and then you see,
The coldest story ever told,
That of the heartless,
That lost it long ago,
To one of you.
*Original of Chesshire Spades*
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The Darkened State
PuisiA bunch of poems and random writings that I found in a bunch of old journals. Some of these are new, however. The title is called The Darkened State for a reason. This is due to most of them being depressing or twisted while I was in The Darkened St...
