My heart broke one today, in the usual way,
And I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
There were tears and fears and begging to stay,
But I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
It tried to scream, it tried to pray,
But I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
The blade was sharp, the fabric frayed,
And I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
When the bones and breast, parted ways,
I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
My grip cold steel, it never strayed,
Yet I had nothing to say, nothing to say.
The sounds it made when I threw it away!
Still, nothing to say, nothing to say.
I crushed it beneath my heel that day,
My heart beneath my heel that day,
And yet and yet and yet that day,
I had nothing to say, nothing to say...
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
A Year of Stories (Collection Three)
Короткий рассказThe goal: A new short story, every weekday, for a year. That's about 260 stories, for anyone keeping count. This is Volume 3, covering May and June stories (mostly). You can find the other parts of the collection here: 1. https://www.wattpad...
