Hearts, by Rath101 Subscribe to rss feed for Rath101

My heart on my sleeve, 
taken by thieves. 
A successful steal, 
leaving no room to heal. 
It is never to return, 
no matter how much I yearn. 
Forget my woes, 
for there it goes. 
Say goodbye and pray it never dies.
Posted: 2010-09-06 10:34:46 UTC

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