Sullen Heart

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Sullen Heart 💗


It's a thousand years more to go.

For the countdown of my short life. 

Sullen Heart 


I'll open the gates of my mind now or never. 

I'll close my bleeding heart sooner or later. 

I know my sullen heart is full of thorns. 

So broken and yet so ethereal. 

Thorns and dried blood of bare pain 

My heart is now a barren wasteland. 

Yet I'll say I'm a delicate flower. 

I'm still to be described as tender but dangerous. 


Yet I'll strive to be me. 

I'll refuse to just exist. 

I'd rather shoot and miss. 



Grace and her pen 





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