March 13, 2009
By Anonymous

The beating of my heart will be heard no longer.
It is tight and locked away, but the beating grows stronger;
The beating I can feel, like a knife in my chest,
Scraping away all hope, all that I have left
All that I know, is that I long to be with you.
You opened up your wings, and across my heart you flew.
By slowing down your flight, you prolonged my crying.
But you didn't stop and stay, you just kept on flying.

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