I'm trying to
stitch my wounded heart.
It's painful
and I can't do it anymore.
I will have to leave it open,
for the germs to eat my wound.
Still the pain will be there,
causing slow and horrifying death.
My wounds open,
my grieves exposed.
I wish I were
anesthetized by your love,
my wound was stitched,
to be healed forever !
Monday, February 22, 2010
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3 comments:
Very touching.
I was waiting 4 ur poem everyday.2day got 3 poems as ur gift.But i feel sad reading ur poems.I'm hoping 2 get a pleasant romantic poem from u....i'll pray 4 ur happiness.So that u can write pleasant luv poems
This is so sad...
First visit. Nice blog.
Very nice poem. Especially at the last part. Keep writing
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