The Soul Sanctuary: 18) So Many Hearts Breaking

Feb 8, 2010

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 3:52 PM

The air is tinted with the smell of blood

The tinge of metal and the colour of mud,

The sharp taste of horrors and fears,

A whiff of strong sorrow and tears,

Collectively, these smells join cause

To unite against the ones who pause

While deciding whether to break hearts or not,

Or simply leave the love to mould and rot.

So many hearts breaking,

So much indecision,

So many lips shaking,

Stopping sobs with precision,

Broken heart upon another,

Tolling hurt will joy smother,

But cruel criminals never learn,

Leaving more hearts to burn.