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Crime scene
My heart is a crime scene.
Where murdered were my wishes and dreams.
And then mutilated were their wings.
I wished for simple things.
Neither an adrenaline rush nor a fling.
Just tiny little things.
The warmth of a cosy afternoon.
The tranquil reflection of the silver moon.
A sky, littered with a million stars.
A heart, oblivious to nasty scars.
But you looted my heart that was serene.
Now my heart is a blood-stained crime scene.
© wandering_star
Where murdered were my wishes and dreams.
And then mutilated were their wings.
I wished for simple things.
Neither an adrenaline rush nor a fling.
Just tiny little things.
The warmth of a cosy afternoon.
The tranquil reflection of the silver moon.
A sky, littered with a million stars.
A heart, oblivious to nasty scars.
But you looted my heart that was serene.
Now my heart is a blood-stained crime scene.
© wandering_star
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