I think you know your heart is bleeding
When it's so obvious others ask about it
I leave behind a trail of blood spilling from my heart, the smell of whiskey on ones breath
The cool air isn't as kind as it was
It bites and pets harshly at healing wounds
Plague her! It cries
With sorrows and loneliness!
With an empty so overflowing it consumes her...
My bones are weak
My eyes deep like the sea
Inside such hollowness hides but the trail of crimson banishes lies, showing the truth
No matter how hard you try
You can't always hold it inside
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Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open
