The Vigilante Of Clockwork

The Cracked Stone

A girl once held a stone,

Shaped like a heart,

But split down the middle.

She talked to it,

And told it stories,

In a voice soft and little.

Only she knew it exists,

And only it knew her secrets,

In a way, it was her umbrella in the rain.

This small stone,

Held in the palm of her hand,

A reason to numb the pain.

One day,

This girl met a boy,

She saw something familiar,

Scars in a particular spot.

The girl bit her lip,

And grabbed the boy's hand,

"I'm sorry, that sweater must make you hot."

The girl pulled the gently,

And showed him a smile,

"Just run."

They did,

For hours and hours,

They got away and talked.

As the sun set,

And the girl looked back,

The boy smiled and brushed away a tear.

The girl ran over,

And made him hold out his hand,

"Tell it your fears."

She dropped a small stone in his hand,

It was shaped like a heart,

But split down the middle.

"I can't promise you forever,

But we've made one more day."

She pulls away her sleeves and smiles just a little..

Victoria xX