Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Original Poetry: Bleeding Heart

“So I wrap a tourniquet around your bleeding heart;
the very thing that’s keeping us apart
But rather than stop the bleeding,
All I did, was keep it from beating”

Copyright © 2012 by D.F. Jules 

I bet we all know of that one person, who loves their pain so much, who hugs their pain tightly against their chest, using it like a shield. Who wallows in it and sits uncaring of the world outside of themselves.

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