Just a small addiction
just another kiss...

After talking to you with condolences
And empty words after promises broken...

This heart of mine is breaking
but the words refuse to speak...

It glances at you through hooded eyes
and imagines your mirage is real...

Pretty bows and plastic wings
these are some of my favorite things...

Let me sleep forever
and never make me wake...

Three hearts were placed quite close together
promised to stay and love forever...

Dying to die just to come back
so we can meet again...

There's an anchor round my heart
bringing me down and down...

How many years have passed
but destiny still wont let him come...

Do you know even one
heart more wounded...

-a poem with no meaning.
I blinked and fear gripped my chest...