My Heart Thought of the Day
The day grew long as I laid in the bed
with the wound you in flexed on me
I could still feel the piercing of the blade
you inserted into my heart
As it penetrated through my skin
I could feel the warmth of the blood oozing out of the cut
and ran down my stomach , then my legs
As I seen the blood hit the ground
I knew you had hurt my heart for the last time.
Copyright © April Walter Skyy | Year Posted 2015
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