Within My Heart (4)

Once I was told, that the roses are red, and violets are blue, so much life wasted, to found nothing under those that were true. A poem which I find intrigued, as it found no answer except feeling of remorse. But why are these roses are coloured in blue, and why does these violets I see is red? As the colour drips down colouring the white pavement, I sigh. So I see, roses are blue, and violets are red, so much I believe if it's true, as so much blood spilled upon this flowers that bled. A sinister impression, but all was a dream that were to be just hallucinations. It kills for blood upon the shattered coloured flowers. For nothing was to be gain, as left was only animosity towards the live's that we lead.

Freed’s Heart... 

Within My Heart (3)

I was at fault, but you said it doesn't matter. Because you're the one that was falling. What else could I've done, but only grabbed your faith before the oblivion. But no matter how much I tried, I can't pull you up. I was deeply apologetic, but you just smile and loosen up. Why I said, as your's slipping, holding you as I might. You said I've done all I could, so there's no more to be done. You want to see the end of the bargain, so you sacrifice your life for your trust. I was the one to blame but you're the one who pays for it. You were falling and I was pinned. You were smiling and I was crying.

Freed’s Heart...