Glass shatters.
My heart drops.
The rain patters.
My breathe stops.
Tears run down my face.
Darkness crowds my mind.
I will never fill that space.
Death would be kind.
I watch my blood spill
Is this what I deserve?
I'm starting to feel ill,
As you coldly observe.
You walk away,
I take a blade.
You don't even sway
As like a bad memory, I fade.
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The Tale Of The Girl With No Heart
Poesía"The girl sat alone, the girl with no heart. She stared blankly at the others, wondering what it was like to be happy, to have a heart. But she knew deep inside, that the pain would be all she could feel, forever and forever more, she would be alo...
