Literature
Poetry Session:This Heart
This Heart, it weeps day and night, broken in ways that still gives fright.
Can no longer sleep or keep it's tone because of it's fear of being alone.
This Heart it's pain burns hotter than hell, beyond the depths can't even
spell. It breaks it shatters and will stay as well. Completely unnoticeable
who could tell.
This Heart it screams, writhing in pain and realizes that it can never gain.
Sadist it be through out it's days, and watch how this heart slowly decays.
This Heart it grows bitter and colder, Colder than than if the truth be told.
It's so bitter it can't covered by mold,look at it people it is weak and old.
This Heart it's inca