Like a child
With inisint curiousity
I reached out
a gentle hand
The veins
Where like a tree
Stretching it's branches wide
And the colors
Were of the deepest hues
Beautiful Crimson
With a touch of
Sufforing blue
I only wanted
to touch it
I dint mean
to break it
To dig into the cracks
And press apart my
Sanity
I dint intend
To leave
A mark
So visiously
Present
I dint want to
But my eyes
Just couldn't bare
See somthing
So beautiful
Living
Inside
Such an ugly girl
So I tore apart
My presious
Heart
So no one else
Could
~brokenglasseye
