My Unbound Heart

July 25, 2012
I write with the blood; the blood of my heart. I have my heart in my hands hating how it once beat the rythem of your rhyme. My heart slowly slips to the foor, as a tear does the same. I step over my once beating heart. Soon enough I crumble to the floor along with my unbound heart.

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