Her heart bleeds at the possibilities
Of it being squeezed to death
For she opens it to people
Whom she is not supposed to
care about.
It bleeds stars and star dust, moons and moonstones
Of hope and relief and happiness
Of being stroked and, caressed and, loved.
But she knows that
bright things attract the serpent
Just like it did in the garden of Eden
Lure of the lust and lust of the love
False love, but still love
The heart cannot resist.
So she makes her heart dark.
Her thoughts dark.
She lies in darkness.
She lives in darkness.
She weeps in darkness.
For nothing can heal her heart
And nothing can break it more
Than her own sadness.
TheHyperteen 