Reedsarah

The mist clings to my skin as I stand in the misty woods. The tall pine trees form a clearing around me, they loom in there great hight. I look around, taking in the moss that grows on the trees and the mist that slowly rolls in the forest. My limbs feel heavy, I can't move every fast. My mind feels like syrup, unwilling to move fast. There was an eerie silences that seemed to hide, lurk in the mist. I take a deep breath, taking in the smell of pine and dew. A voice cut though the silence, " The door as opened" it saids, the voice was a sickly sweet noise but held power beneath. "Find the door" I turn, trying to find where the voice was comin

Hearts, Can turn bitter, Strong as steel, Never to be broken, Forever forgotten by the one how broke it, Forgotten by love and hope, Darkened by the mind that felt betrayed, The heart gets bitter and bitter, Never to see love and hope behind steel bars, Cold steel bars to keep out lovers and dreamers, Hearts, Can turn bitter.

A broken heart is a sadden soul, A sadden soul waiting and waiting to be mended, But a broken heart can never be mended by love, Only by time, A life time it may take, Waiting to be mended, Waiting, Let your heart wander, And it may never come back, Lost forever, In the sadden soul of the broken heart, Waiting to be mended.