Broken hearts

by Allison   Feb 24, 2006


Green skies fly over head
Filled with flying hearts
Some are red and full of love;
But others, black and dead.
How come some are so loved,
Yet others are broken and bloody?
What is life but a temporary torment?
But to some a lovely spell.
Will those broken hearts ever heal?
Can I heal them with a touch?
I try but all I get is broken hearts and covered in black blood.

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