Your heart is a vase; innocence, the flower.
Emotions are water, more filled each hour.
Eventually, it overflows, spilling out the top.
The flower drowns, and slowly rots, if it doesn't stop.
But if the heart gets broken, damage cannot be undone.
Emotions spilled, innocence lost, drying in the sun.
Mend the vase, save the flower, refill the water spilled.
This happens every time a person's dream is killed.
You can still see the cracks of the heart through the tape.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
Your heart is a vase; innocence, the flower.
Emotions are water, more filled each hour.
Eventually, it overflows, spilling out the top.
The flower drowns, and slowly rots, if it doesn't stop.
But if the heart gets broken, damage cannot be undone.
Emotions spilled, innocence lost, drying in the sun.
Mend the vase, save the flower, refill the water spilled.
This happens every time a person's dream is killed.
You can still see the cracks of the heart through the tape.
