Love
Each time you smiled at me, we grew closer......
The hearts heard each other; a mild rhythm was born...
Pain be it or smile be it....they enjoyed it together;
One day, we stood apart and compared the mild hearts.....
A natural beat became a comma after every statement....
words of the heart changed to words about the heart...
The purity was stepped upon.......the sanctity drifted away.....
There is a silent cry, in rhythm again.....
Hurts, bleeds, cries.....heart, poor heart....
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