Heartache
In a box
Kept safe from harm
I comfort you in my arm
Your desperate cry
Of
Oceans run dry
Kills me softly in your sleep
His face mark guilt
Bleeding pain
Makes it harder for you to move in
Into that space waiting above
Covered in white and one’s true love
The beating sounds buried under
Lies of truth
Is weirdly shaped to HIS perfection
is a heart that will never dull
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