They fall onto the floor
Leaving a red trail behind
This happens as I go through the door
Yet these things are not very kind
They drip and drip
From a broken heart
That has been riped
Into tiny little pieces
Silent tears
Or death's little eaters
Smile all you like
But they won't be beaten
To save yourself from death's wishes
Tell someone about those poor little pieces
Then the silent tears or death's little eaters
Will disappear as you fix this broken heart
Dedicated to all the Broken Hearts
 Deadly_Muffin_Cakes · Sat Aug 12, 2006 @ 01:51pm · 1 Comments |
