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OH New poem. It SUCKS ASS.
Untitled Forever
An outstreached hand
A beating heart
Blood falls to the floor
Crimson droplets stain her white dress as he tears her heart out
Again and again
She doesnt scream
She doesnt cry
She watches
Her dress is scarlet now
Her hair is clotted and black
Hes been standing there
With her heart in his hand
He gets off from her depression
He loves to see her scars
Alone again she clings to soft lies and false hopes
The heart pumps its crimson life
Her life in his hands
And she doesn't even want it back
She doesnt see
She doesnt care
She accepts
He turns his back and walks away
She doesnt follow
She doesnt care
She watches him
Throw her heart on the ground
The blood still dripping from his hands
He embraces another
If she still had a heart,
It would break.