BLED

My heart has never wept so much,
Pain, be my comforting friend.
Oh how I truly miss her touch,
Though it all had to end?

The depths of love bound so deep,
Yet suffice it not enough.
Melancholy my heart does weep,
For its demise is on the cusp.

Wrong or right we end this night,
Alone, in our cold bed.
Madness, Sadness, Unhappiness plight,
Is the blood that we’ve both bled.

Sunset falls into my eyes,
A blinding ray of light.
Scorching me from my insides,
Bleeding in the cold cold night.

About ichibooks

Inspiring to publish the written word in short story forms, I created this blog to interact with those who are of like mind and interests. Those who are poetically inclined are welcome.

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  1. Rick, why so sad? You’re not alone in your love.

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