Before I Die;

14.

14: 13/08

"Life"

There are roses wrapped aroung my heart;

their stems keep both pieces together

morphed into one,

never letting them grow apart.

Thorns pierce through the only reason I have today,

unleashing droplets of silver tears

that stream through my body,

shredding my life away.

Now I realize the consequence

of maintainging my heart as a whole

is to let it lose tears sometimes

and let all the bad things go.

(B.C)