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even evil craves a touch of love
the touch that awakens the soul which has long been hidden
his large rough hands curl around her heart
feeling it beat within his grasp
does he sense the true desire within
or does he just notice the scars upon it?
evil tries to grasp her heart back from him
noticing the scars herself. how ugly can this vessel truely be?
why does he continue to caress it? and hold it as if it matters
it is only the heart of evil.. it mattered to no one.. ever
but yet this stranger acts as if it is made of gold.
touching the scars lightly. evil cries a silent tear.
she no longer wanted to be alone but yet had no clue on how to tell him
so she sits still till he decided to return her heart.
she looks at it. it appeared the same
same scars and nicks, but one thing was different
there was a new scar. and it still bled slightly
the stranger had left his mark upon evils heart without her knowing.
evil gazed at the heart longer. the beat was the same
it all looked the same except for that one new scar which had just shed a drop of precious evil blood. she catches the drop in her other hand and tastes it. her blood now tasted so much sweeter with his mark upon her.
what has he done to her. this stranger who changed the soul of evil
she looks up and the stranger is gone.
she searches frantically.. where is he?
why did he mark me and leave me like all the others?
without her noticing, her tears begin to run as if the faucet had been turned on
it was that moment she decided no stranger will see her heart ever again
the scared vessel for which lies her inner most life will be hidden from all.
what a lonely existance. one stranger after another yet evil could never feel for another. no other stranger had left a scar upon her like the last.
oh how she dreamed of him. the dark eyes and rough hands
but no she would not go there again
he was a lesson that hurt her too much and her heart was still hidden from all the world because of him
yet to this day she craved his touch
oh how people affect our lives
it is something we will never understand
