She paints inside her soul

Vision we can not see

Swollowed up world

We can not know

She dreams

Madness

She is alone

She paints a not so pretty picture

A child

A sacrifice

Like asome unknown god

Punished for sind she never commited

She wars inside her self

A child who shouldof been allowed to wear her childhood

Her eyes seem to young to be so far away

I reach out try to touch her fears

Madness dances across her soul

She paints not a pretty picture

My 心
It beats free and fast

My 心
It's thumping hard and fast

My 心
Wild yet warm

My 心
A tenderness


My 心
A toughness that survives

My heart
Broken badly

My 心
Ripped to pieces

My 心
Left on the floor

My 心
I hold in my hands

My 心
Tears that drip to it

My 心
Which I hold tenderly

My 心
I have put I'm a box in my closet

My 心
Which is lonely and alittle dusty

My 心
Which wishes to best agin

Fast

Wild

Thumping

Free

My 心
Which craves...

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