Drops of heart by: Anthony kikta

As the drops slide down the pain
as it flips at the end
Suspended in-sane
Looking through the pane
Seeping souls crying reign
Did it win or did it lose
Still yet to know
It feels rather bruised
Something different to ponder
Be cautious of the wander
Because his heart swelled
She slipped down to his well
Knowing is the prophet way
What they say about the one
About the many who pay