An unending sadness,
A will of the heart,
It's outer regions unknown,
Left from the start.
Unbeating,
Lifeless,
A chain of lies
Strewn together,
Seen through pain filled eyes.
Within, there is nothing,
Falling apart.
Of course,
All is nothing
To this broken heart,
A heart without feeling,
Left from the start.
Painful HeartA Poem by ~DeathByButterflies~An old one, short, not much to it.© 2011 ~DeathByButterflies~Featured Review
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1 Review Added on May 18, 2011 Last Updated on May 18, 2011 Author~DeathByButterflies~AboutI guess you could say I'm just a kid that likes to write poetry. I'm little more than that, really. I write how I feel, and feel how I write. It may not always be the best decision, or the best writin.. more..Writing
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