Broken Heart

August 26, 2009
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My red blood cells, exhausted and fatigued, craving for a breath of fresh oxygen and life, will be the fortunate ones. They will not see my love walk away while they pass through the capillaries of my eyes. They will not miss the touch of my love when they travel through the veins of my skin. They will not realize that never again they will here sweet words of my love while they keep alive my ear’s membrane. Because they will painfully leak out at every attempted beat of my broken heart. Slowly dying from asphyxiation, at dark and undiscovered crevices of my stressed body.

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MorningStar15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 5, 2009 at 7:52 pm
wow lol :) i like it
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