Wednesday, 12 September 2012

A Scary Thought

A scary thought,
Like a crumbled fort,
A feeling that was blocked,
Until the heartbeat stopped.

When the pace slows down,
When all I have is frown,
Take everything piece by piece,
Until I can no longer breathe.

See a masked smile,
Watch a pretended laugh,
That was part of the lie,
To bear the days in rough.

That small heart of glass,
Fragile yet untouched,
How can I expect it to last,
When you smashed it harsh?

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