Haunting of the Heart
Bloody as can be
The blade that pierced me
So close to the heart
A wound that will make me fall apart
Her fragrance of I'm aware
The fake cries of her despair
Come they do emotions numb
For which I will not Succumb
Tears held in mine eyes
I hold back so she can't see me cry
Dismal is thoughts of love again
Maybe next time I shall win
Rose colored glass as solace worn
Hold me over until I no longer morn
3/29/2019
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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