Hearts Final Beat

April 7, 2010
This love is pure threat, caused by my moral regret. The tries .. Too many, your tears.. A plenty. I cringe at the touch of your lips, and how when we hold hands find balance by your finger's tips. With my feet off the edge, my feelings off the ledge, do you stop? Does your words turn to affection? The color of the sky, elongated by your eyes reflection. There's no turning back now, I must jump, my hearts been broken, as soon will be my bones. The emptiness from our adhered tones, silence emerges, our love has flourished, but I have to say ... Goodbye.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback