A mistake along the way,
Somewhere, lost at sea,
There are many men who thought they found it-
Fixed it - But none but he;

Could with a look that begs of honesty
Trust and love and shame,
Fix me up with butterfly stitches-
He was not the same;

But as he turned around to leave
His finger caught my stitch-
And oh!- how quick the blood gushed out
No time for just a twitch;

So here lies open and ashamed,
Here lies love so ****** stained,
Here lie lies that protect the heart
From protection, care and a new start;

Either that or it's delusion:
That may also be,
Is it denial or fate that rejects that
It's a big possibility?

That this is not a story
Of Love, a hero and a damsel in distress.
But this is just a story
Of Poems, a liar and a big fat mess.