
the want is deep in a love where the heart bleeds…
there is no puncture no physical wound
to release the ache
that grows inside
a heart that bleeds
it boils slow, bathed in tears
it flows over pouting lips
taste the bitterness
a heart that bleeds
the tongue licks
saltiness, sorrows bliss
from days that pass to tomorrow
a heart that bleeds
floods inward
without escape
left to decay
a heart that bleeds
broken and shattered
left alone battered
when love hurts
a heart that bleeds
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