The colors flash beneath my eyelids.
Images of your lips in the woods and wondering where my next cigarette would come from.
Falsely mended hearts dance among a true love.
Broken people fighting to be whole.
Dreams of serenity. False hopes.
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Glass Hearts | phan
FanfictionBeating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made m...
