Poem2
Wounded heart of a blood all red
Thoughts locked up shut inside a head
Solitary tears nothing else left to
flow
Emotions that only a stranger does know
Spirits haunting just sit there and
mope
Sleepy eyes speak a glimmer of hope
Tired of why a pale skin does pine
Only a crevasse smile is no longer divine
Sleepless nights dream up a stirring
soul
Walking crazy does a new born foal
A thorny rose with feelings so fierce
A pain so great the spikes do pierce
I can’t look my eyes are down
I don’t want you to see
I don’t want to know your frown
I see you alone sitting on bended knee
Rambling weed stirring a wounded heart
Silent eyes no longer dance they dart
Don’t know what to say
Don’t know what to do
Blue skies I long for the day
My friend it's over to you
Don’t let a stranger tear us in two
