- I remember the day you died as clear as can be. Though you left us it plane to see. The pain we feel is sharp and jagged like shards of glass. Even though were bracken inside we try to pick up the piece. Though some hearts are healing others are still bleeding. Trying to hold tit to the piece left in our hands is cutting deep beneath the skin.
- Title: Bleeding Hearts
- Artist: Mike0528
- Description: Poem that i wrote cuz my cuzin had died
- Date: 10/10/2008
- Tags: bleeding hearts poem
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Epic Blue Duck - 10/12/2008
- aww thats sad that ur cuzin died. sorry. but its a really nice poem. i give u a 5 and may his soul rest in peace.
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- Ate Monay - 10/12/2008
- im sorry about your cousin...may his/her soul rest in peace...i like your poem...it's very deep and profound..
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