In Your Perfect Heart

Silence. Poisonous silence

overwhelming senses.

I am not afraid of the light,

love does not scare me.

My porcelain tongue, cracked in two,

refuses to obey.

There is no drop

of snow-white blood in us,

there is no fantasy in us

that allows us to live.

You know, the flaw that was a reminder

of our modern legend

does not hurt me anymore.

It is hard to understand a cry for help

when the world is on its knees,

when loneliness becomes overrated.

Dance for me one last time,

let me see the fire

in your perfect heart.

Reviews

[Quill]

i like it, it was fun reading this one, the way you use the words