To express what bottles up inside..
Tumbling through the unseen Stepping over the ashen dust Writhing pieces of the broken glass Cutting through the flesh of heart Breathing the heat of the fire Standing over the battle carcass Looking to be buried by the rival Only to break them all everytime A rusted knife I let be But not a blunt … Continue reading Gates to climb,
Of the fear to be empty, I still held the nail that punctured my heart. To have squeezed my heart Out to the last drop of blood I still could not extract the last piece of love That my heart holds for you...
A little shiny , a little bold and a little scarred..
Long and strong In the darkest night I dare to venture On to the cold mountains in the winter I reach out inside and draw out the storm Challenging the storm that threatens to destroy In the cold winds I keep the flame alive Keeping the warmth in the heart reside Maybe, once again, I … Continue reading Storm…
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