My senses numbed,
except for the taste of salted tears
on my pleading lips,
as I cry out your name
to the night sky.
(I need you)
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
