Nov 27
My Heart
My heart burned bright,
Then the flame faded.
It turned cold,
Living numb in the ashes.
Now, I pour love and hope,
Asking it to wake,
Begging it to bloom again.
My heart burned bright,
Then the flame faded.
It turned cold,
Living numb in the ashes.
Now, I pour love and hope,
Asking it to wake,
Begging it to bloom again.
