the heart is a hard thing to mend especially when its been broken over and over again peices upon pieces lie a broken heart on one to mend them to put them back together the heart is broken the soul becomes cold peircing the very bones with the iciest of chills no one to to warm them to put the heart together your left in the darkness forever more you waste away not from the outside but from the very depth of your heart the peices start to rot...but alas someone comes to warm your soul to put back your heart as good as it was in the end you grow close wanting them but fearful of your heart breaking once again
 WOLFBOY 15 · Sun Jan 27, 2008 @ 11:02pm · 0 Comments |
