Friday, 20 December 2013

Her trampled heart

How can you touch a heart,
And make it bleed so much,
Every drip running down her arms,
Down every single cut,
And all she hears,
Is the soft ticking,
Of a opened scars,
As the rosy raindrops drip,




A path down her trampled heart.

~Rei Shiori

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