I would have loved to stop time
and dance with you forever
in a field of roses,
But we both know
that roses have thorns,
we are destined to bleed,
that time is not charitable,
And that love does not exist
without a bit of pain.
~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.
