She couldn't grasp what is yet to discover beyond the vision of her eyes. Her emotions seems to be a small dot in the whole world, invisible and unclear, worse deceiving.
She couldn't help shaking her head at the thought of the reason of her bleeding hand. Why was she drawn to the beauty of the rose that she wasn't able to recall the thorns that it contains?
Suddenly, her knees became weak as she sat down holding her chest in an attempt to aid her aching heart. Her eyes screaming, burning as she again cried. Her mind trapped in a delusion, as the faces are forced to smile. It seems like everything was like a string that she grabbed with force, for it to be near. The force she exerted, though unwanted made her think that she could enter, yet she was left alone at the corner.
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A Piece in My Heart
Poetry"A heart that contains feelings that are left unsaid so it took a pen to cry it all out"
