The resentment settles in like wet cement Dripping through cracksI never noticed before Dripping into depths I cannot see Cannot reach And over timethe numbing painsolidifiesin the rivers of veinsthat once bled for you.
listen to the melody that my heart once played for you tune out like a music box submerged underwater, each note drowning one by one until only the echo of silence floats to the surface.
she was forever the melancholic romantic, wearing her black heart on her sleeve ~ I wear my own designs almost daily. Otherwise, what's the point?
there is a harmony that exists between caring too much and not caring at all and i am determined to find it.