the cold heart
hides a smile of a child
slowly, it burns inside
maybe, just maybe he died
insensitive and inconsiderate
beneath the shade
lonely and alone, he lied
fluttering heart
beats non stop
but he wishes
it would somehow
just, please, stop
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Falling apart ✓
Poesia» just like things, people fall apart too A series of poems. | Completed | - Highest Rankings - #12 in fallingapart
