A Bleeding Heart
Your promises cut like shards of
glass
And memories remain like stains
That show for everyone to see
like gloss
And hopes of another love keep
me sane
As I've tripped on the same trap
yet again
Prepared to be a fool of love I
kneeled
As I traded my pride for love
A fabricated fantasy which I held
But this was a pickled I couldn’t
solve
For you had given my love to
another
Now my sorrows weigh heavy
As bitterness wounds me softly
And my empty heart is left to
bleed
For these memories I hold deed
Cave in resentment that kills.
My heart still bleeds
For I forget not
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