I hear the footsteps climbing,

With every step forward, starts the tearing heart to bleed

Lack of soft skin touching my own

Words missing in conversation that used to ring in my ears.

Ring please ring once more, I hold on to hope of you, of us

I carry your heart in my heart to keep it safe, I look within my tearing heart

Through the redness of pain pulsing out of the wound I see it,

Emptiness of a heart, Hollow, Barren, Deserted, Vacant

Alone.

3rdofthe3rd Keep Smiling.

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