Therein lies the beating heart.

As far as love goes, her heart was void. She keeps a little place inside herself for those moments she remembers. Barely a day goes by when she doesn’t think about how hard her heart used to beat, how the joyous infection spread under the shine of the sun and travelled worldwide on the faintest of breeze, gracing all those who felt its touch.

But such tender moments are long gone, her kiss is scratched, her hands are cold, and her eyes are dead. Would you shed a tear for a beast such as this? One who so long ago, was the same as you and I? Was but a beating heart with Nothing but love to give, with dreams to share?…

Posted from somewhere amongst the tangled interwebs….


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