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Empty Tomb
Before we met, my heart beat softly,
A dull rhythm of life within me,
But then your words and hopes and dreams
Enlivened me and made me breathe
The sweet night air so full of hope.
Yet words that might at one time give
Can just as surely tear the soul.
My broken heart bleeds through my eyes.
My chest, once full of joyous life,
Has now become an empty tomb
Bleeding Eyes
That broken heart bleeing through the eyes must be painful, the metaphor equally pained - breakups are like broken cups or favorite toys left in the rain, blood is an interesting choice - sentiment heavy, vocabulary unusual - but the story is there for adults; for me heartache and breakups gave me a headache - allets