The Flute.

Want to hear my heart cry do you

then lean inwards inside of me where this my soul weeps from within a place where even tears dare not to go

for see, a long time ago angel wings dipped outside of my window on  the rainiest night
and i died inside of me,

Now do you hear me

for I never lied to you
and you broke my heart from within the very silented depths of my soul.

jo.