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Keeper of Your Broken Heart
I was walking along a park one day.
My mind seemed to drift away.
My head was spinning and my chest was aching.
My stomach twisted, my heart was breaking.
Then, I saw the loveliest of little girls.
Sitting on a bench with dark black curls.
Tears flowed down her precious eyes.
Screaming softly like butterflies.
I had to ask, “What is wrong?”
“I have had your heart for far too long.”
I took a step back and stared at the child.
She looked so innocent and so mild.
And yet, her face held something dark.
Her eyes showed no sadness, there were stark.
They were blue as crystal and cold as ice.
She smelled of dried blood and warmed spice.
She lips curled into an evil smile.
Something in her was truly vile.
“Who are you?” I asked with fright.
“I am the child of the night.
I am the one you most fear.
I am the child that holds your tears.
The warden of what is torn apart,
I am the keeper of your broken heart.”
She showed me her hands covered in red.
My stomach turned and filled with dread.
The little demon girl smoothed her pink dress.
And pulled a knife from her pack with little distress.
“I can return it to you, though it is not healed.”
I was mesmerized by her, I wanted to yield.
“Do not be afraid, I want to help you.”
I tried to clear my head, to break through.
“I have had your heart for too long.
“If I don’t give it back, it will be gone.”
“Put away the knife, little one.”
“I’ll put it away when I am done.”
Her face turned wicked as she attacked.
She jumped upon me before I could react.
Her knife plunged into me as I tried to fight.
“I am the child of the night.
I am the one you most fear.
I am the child that holds your tears.
The warden of what is torn apart,
I am the keeper of your broken heart.”
I heard her call into the darkness.
Before my mind when blank, into the abyss.
She was walking along a park one day.
Her mind seemed to drift away.
Her head was spinning and her chest was aching.
Her stomach twisted, her heart was breaking.
Then, she saw the loveliest of little girls.
Sitting on a bench with light blonde curls.
She smiled at me, and I smiled back.
I said to her with little tact,
“I’ll try to warn you once, show you the light,
I am now the child of the night,
I’m the one that knows your fears.
I know of your wasteful tears.
I am the warden of what’s torn apart.
I am the keeper of your broken heart.”
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