And it feels like every piece
of my soul is slowly being torn apart
like shredded paper,
like a broken vase
left in shards.
I don't want to be selfish,
but my whole being is begging
for you to stay.
It whimpers your name,
hoping that maybe you'll hear
the silent pleas.
But deep down my heart knows
it doesn't work that way.
So I'll be here,
patiently waiting...
For you to return one day.
You'll always be worth the wait.
~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.
