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Salt on the open wound of your memory
Would ease the pain of seeing
Kaleidoscopic images of your face
Replay over and over again on the
3-D movie in my mind.
You exist with an air of contentment
While my heart slowly decays
In the palm of your hand.
You see not the aqua waterfalls
Rolling down the ruby mountains
Into my outstretched hands.
But rather you concentrate
On my dieing heart slowly pulsing
As you count one beat for every three of yours,
Four,
Five.
The last thing I see is my heart still beating
Before diving into the extinguishing flame
Hoping to keep it lit for one more moment.
Not even the ballerina in an orange tutu can draw
Your cavernous eyes away from my suffocating heart.
I can hear the whisper of a cackle
And i see the ballerina dancing in your eyes.
And with one final glance at your triumphant smile
It is gone.

Hey, I know this may be bad, but i did it today at work and thought it was kinda cool. But I really need a title. Check it out, leave me a comment and tell me what you think or if you have any ideas for a title.

Thanks again guys

xoxo Katie