It's the heart which paints the world red,
It's the same heart which makes you dead.
It's the heart which makes you smile,
It's the same heart which makes you bleed every while .
It's the heart which makes you dream,
It's the same heart which makes you cry and scream.
I wonder whether the heart is loud or quite ,
but I am sure it's a blend of black and white .
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:18 AM UTC
It's the heart which paints the world red,
It's the same heart which makes you dead.
It's the heart which makes you smile,
It's the same heart which makes you bleed every while .
It's the heart which makes you dream,
It's the same heart which makes you cry and scream.
I wonder whether the heart is loud or quite ,
but I am sure it's a blend of black and white .
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