*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
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Not fluttering anymore, My heart lays still inside. It doesn't beat, too hard, Too fast, And nor too slow.
Neither is it unsettled, Drunk with desire, And fifty shades of pain. Neither it clenches, Groans or moans.
Not quite that lost, Anymore it is. Nor as sharp as a blade, or too blunt at the edges.
Neither it shudders, Neither it melts. It doesn't sigh in protest, Or let spread an ache.
It doesn't blink tears, Get soaked in misery. It doesn't breathe the way, It barely used to breathe.
It doesn't get effected, Quite as deeply as it used to. I can't express, How it feels, To think, Perhaps, That I've got it in control.
Perhaps, I may never will be, Able to scrap the desire, Coating my heart. But my heart sighs in relief, That maybe, I suppose, Dispite the thick memories, I've moved on.
