Dust framed her heart and the webs that adorned it were soon torn apart.
Visible cracks were upon it, but with her ignorance, she ignored it.
Slowly, white and frosted snow toured it's crust, but without it, such a delicate organ would surely rust.
Black eerie liquid rushed to and from its veins, but that's just the cruelty that truly remains.
About her, only one thing's not fake and that's the only thing that keeps her awake.
What might that be, you might say, but let me put it this way...
'The darkness that exists in her, does not define her fate.'
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Summary: Ask my evil sister....
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Poems From The Heart
PoesíaPoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
