the heartbreaker

August 23, 2008
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The heartbreaker lies
Alone in the dark.
Her heartbeat piercing the silence
As a beacon breaches the abyss before a storm.

The heartbreaker cries
Her hands drip with blood as she wipes her tears.
Her face as scarlet as a rose,
And glistening with the grace of a flower before dawn.

The heartbreaker tries
To wash her hands but she is embarrassed of the stains.
Soon the shadows of the past will
Fall across the doorway
Laughing as she weeps.

The heartbreaker dies
A wilted flower in a sea of weeds.
Nobody ever to understand,
The broken heart
Of the heartbreaker.





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