A hole in the heart is a fatal thing Like the silent dread of slow drowning. If not healed it will grow and grow, stealing all life, all hope and soul. Plunged into the icy, terrifying dark, dreams swallowed by the abyss-heart Frozen by solitude and relentless fears with nothing left, not even tears. It is the despair in the eyes, trying to lead broken, lost lives Of purpose, of hope, of life bereft ever hounded by the spectre of death. Searching for that which will bring an end to this perpetual suffering Drifting further and further from Time seeking a touch, a smile, a sign. For nothing can the cure impart, save rescue by another heart that braves the deadly storm leading us home, into the warm. Safe from the howling winds, Within the embrace of her wings One heart to another drawn in, the healing can at last begin.Birth sign: Aries
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