she would sit under the stars
a bleeding heart in her hand
and a pool of blood around her
blood full of hopelessness and f e a r
fear that she would drop what was
once held in her hands
it would tumble to the ground
the strings of the threads she had
tried so hard to keep from falling
would then tear apart and tangle together
she would carry it around in her numb fingers
the ache would slowly burst into flames
and the heart that was once in her hands
now lied on the ground stained with black
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so I came up with this right now
