Tears please come.
The heart beckons you. By night's solace, by day's solitude, and thought's reminiscence a sorrowful dirge resounds from the hollows of the atrium of where she once resided. Thus misery’s words lacerate my lamentations upon this fractured heart, inscribed upon a heart whose tell tale beat accompanies the symphony of your sorrow…resonating upon the eternal streams that shan't come upon these dry eyes.
Tears come.
So that misery's sorrow may be expunged from the darkness that enshrouds this sorrowful heart, for it's lamentable existence seeks death's cold embrace. Frozen forever still, longing to beat no more.
Oh tears!
Grace this bed-ridden heart with your healing waters. Hasten your presence into the soul of this forsaken spirit, for as the waterfall crashes violently for a time it rests in a soothing pool, stoic and serene at its rest, as is this heart. In violence and turmoil it is crashing awaiting its stoic serenity, yet it never comes.
Tears please come.
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