The Wounds


The wounds in my heart opened again tonight, bled for awhile.

Maybe just once

I need to expose the raw blood and guts of my real feelings.

To cry bittersweet tears til I fall heavy to sleep

and dream of being loved in return.

7 thoughts on “The Wounds

  1. yasniger says:

    Reblogged this on yasniger and commented:
    Impressive piece

  2. Derek says:

    Intense, intriguing arousing curiosity.
    Compellingly inventive

  3. Aphrodite says:

    short, beautiful and recognizable. God, I shouldn’t have read this poem. Anyway, I’ve been reading your poems for a while, and I think you’re a great poetess 😉

  4. Oh, I feel this one a little too well.

  5. Pua Nani says:

    I guess we all have our own wounds…

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