JadeTheBard95

O' thy heart is filled with sorrow, Tell me which you desire my heart. Do you wished to repaired, for you are breaking, Or do you seek forgiveness, from the one that broke you? You can be fixed just like a mirror, But you will always be able to see the cracks in your reflection. Heart, which is it that you desire. You are on the edge of precipice, Not ready to leap, but slowly falling. Not ready to weep, but slowly mourning. The moon shines bright in the eastern skies, but wanes on the west as it slowly fades. Are you like that my heart? Are you slowly fading? My heart finally answers me, the ink on the page turning black from its f