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by Baby Rainbow Feb 25, 2013 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Months have passed by as slow as a broken watch, each second that doesn't tick takes another drop of blood from your leaking heart. Imagine if this blood could be replaced with the tear drops from the eyes of those who will weep for you. Imagine if love could cure the heart from all diseases that in life we may be faced with. But alas I've wished so many nights and prayed to find a miracle which never seems to find us. All that we have is the precious seconds that I can no longer hear tick by but instead feel them slip away from the inside of our hearts.Saffie 22 Round 7 - 7 day contest Lap 1 prompt 8 free verse