The Architecture Of Emotion
Beliefs about life, love & everything in between. Poetry, photography & other musings.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
ov sticks & stones & the way he breaks me
its frightening to remember his blood on my hands..
broken, he fell before me, heart hung bleeding like a romantic tragedy
...my halfhearted sympathies leaking through the cracks
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