Friday, August 2, 2019

My Unbound Heart

I write with the blood; the blood of my heart.
I have my heart in my hands hating how it once beat the rhythm of your rhyme. 
My heart slowly slips to the floor, as a tear does the same. I step over my once beating heart. 
Soon enough I crumble to the floor along with my unbound heart.
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