Bleeding Tears
Bleeding Tears
I would love to master the bait,
But my heart still crumbles with tears,
I thought I had wept all,
But your simple sound still sizzle straight to haunt,
My gaits to move to splotch me,
Because the vase of love has been sucked to dry,
I sit in my kneaded hut with tears bathing my chest,
I am bleeding tears!
The marshal with anger and pain,
A paper love was well destined than action,
Promises we baked thawed before oven-ed to reality,
My eyes dilate with barrels of tears,
That is craving to be released to freedom,
As they leave a mark of a broken heart that has no cure,
I sit down looking at your portraiture,
With tears water logging my chest,
Am bleeding tears!
Copyright © Sabion Osore | Year Posted 2015
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