stupid sophmoric throwaway

catefrances

oh how dead is the human heart
when the arrow is poisoned and hits its mark
the nightengale's tune an eleagic song
and the brightest sun penetrates the deepest dark
the path she walked too close to the edge
the hand he laid in hers he took back
every word and every thought
spoken for defense as a form of attack
every time she thinks she's fine
looking forward and trying so hard
to forget what she can never have
silence never so sweet forever scarred