In the moonlight i felt your heart
quiver like a bow-string's pulse
in the moon's pale light
you looked at me
Nobody knows your heart
When the sun has gone
i see you
beautiful and haunting
but cold
like the blade of a knife
so sharp, so sweet
Nobody knows your heart
All of your sorrow, grief and pain
locked away in the forests of the night
your secret heart belongs to the world
of the things that sigh in the dark
of the things that cry in the dark
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go ahead and comment if you want i suck at writing stuff anyways and im working on a short story to so take a look at that to if you want to
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Grell Sutcliff
"I Am A Butler To Die For"
"I Am A Butler To Die For"