Love's Kruel HeartMature

Snow Bell

Blood drops

Tears trickle

Time stops,

Heart stops beating

Like the ticking of a broken watch.

My life is measured in moments,

Mirrored by your masquerade,

Stolen from me beating,

Leaping at your sight,

Left reaping is a daily blight,

My missing facade

Has become, willingly,

Your life and aid.

The End

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