Thursday, June 24, 2010


piece of heart breaking away
as if a knife scorched through,
slow trickling blood, tears of brown and blue
the voices scream, soundless
nobody even hears, the remaining echoes
a soul cries for that piece,
wishing to stitch it back
guilt ridden to be so far
thought i would protect you from any harm,
i am sorry.

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