How must she restrain her heart from the embrace of the one who crumbles it so casually?
So delicately her heart sifts through his hands, as he holds the parts most essential for it to beat unaided.
She has exhausted her limit, her soul’s definition.
She no longer knows her very own existence.
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
How must she restrain her heart from the embrace of the one who crumbles it so casually?
So delicately her heart sifts through his hands, as he holds the parts most essential for it to beat unaided.
She has exhausted her limit, her soul’s definition.
She no longer knows her very own existence.
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