I stare at the empty place in my bed,
I don't need you there
for you stained my sheets
and left my heart there to bleed.
I choke on my tears.
I cry not for you,
but for a heart that has so much love to give
and no one to give it to.
A heart that yearns to be loved,
only to bleed heartache and pain.
And a need to be touched by a love so pure
that it would love the pieces back together
with nothing less
than seams of gold.
For this heart
realizes
that a woman,
so capable of feeling,
so intense,
deserves nothing less than gold.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
I stare at the empty place in my bed,
I don't need you there
for you stained my sheets
and left my heart there to bleed.
I choke on my tears.
I cry not for you,
but for a heart that has so much love to give
and no one to give it to.
A heart that yearns to be loved,
only to bleed heartache and pain.
And a need to be touched by a love so pure
that it would love the pieces back together
with nothing less
than seams of gold.
For this heart
realizes
that a woman,
so capable of feeling,
so intense,
deserves nothing less than gold.
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