"The writer’s mind can surpass even the most intellectual minds." –A.M. Snow

Thursday, September 6, 2012

Tragic Heart

Tragic Heart

I wait my days alone,
in chambers of dark endure.
I hold back my tears alone,
until blood shed from my eyes.

I hold back my voice,
await for mercy in time.
You put me here by choice,
now you watch me die.

You stole my heart and taint my mind;
you shown your love but not full.
My heart was not like yours of rind,
I was weak but now am more.

-A.M. Snow

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