作者tiramifu (点心)
看板poetry
标题[创作]Pieces
时间Mon Mar 14 16:15:52 2011
Mankind's heart is undoubtedly made of crystal;
I murmured once and again:
"Thorn of my heart, from thee,
shall I cherish it or not?"
The answer is always vague and unsure,
like a star in the cloud.
Sparkling, shining till alone.
Thy heart swings as flame in the wind;
I try to protect and let thee feel a little bit proud,
but it turns out nothing to be.
Thou tore my heart into pieces of roses,
crimson and sharpness.
Oh Sweetie thy sweet,
why thy tenderness is always in disguise as sword and freeze?
I call it not torture, but still aches
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