stains-on-my-past:

here lies her heart, alone on the floor-
beating, just beating; pain seared to the core.
in the corner over there stands a boy so grand-
the girl only wishes and hopes he’ll ask for her hand.
his heart belongs to no one, roaming free-
tamed, held down and controlled is something it refuses to be.
her eyes so tired, mind so sore-

(Source: todancewiththedevil)