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Dec 2013
How horrible is it to love something that can die
Yet how devastating is it to love something that can die
By your touch

It will wither into nothingness
And slip through the cracks of your hands
As a tear sheds

He stands there with the sun in his hands
No longer breathing.
No longer existing,
But the fragile beating heart is still heard

A tear should not be shed from these hands
Or it will burn the face
Of bones

He has so many appointments
To keep track of, but enough time
To look around.
He sees the world as darkness
and the wounded as light.
The power filled people as fire  
Burning everything to quickly  

But there was one.
He saw innocence in her
Even though she was wounded covered in scars.
He fell in love

Watching from afar
He grew a desire to meet her.
He followed her like a sunflower follows the sun
She was the sun, his whole world.  
His heart was Beating thunder every time he saw her.

He never knew this but his next appointment was her.
Trying to save her life.
He touched her.
She fell.
The sun began to wither into nothingness
and so did his heart
As she slept in his arms not waking up
He shed a tear.
It carved a wound on his face
A memory of love that can't be forgotten

Although he is made of bones
His small black heart still beats of love
For the woman who shined.
Xenna
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Xenna
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