♥, MABELLE

Sometimes I swear

I'd place my hand to my chest
to check if my heart's still beating

Sometimes I'm glad

I'd still be able to feel the
pain caused by the tears

Sometimes I feel

emotioness and hollow inside me
as if I'm a living dead

& thus perhaps,

I feel I have no secrets to
hide,

no face of pretendence to put
on

And then, I know

I've already closed my heart even longer than I realised.

Mabelle.