Bleeding Heart Poem by Heather Schroer

Bleeding Heart



Forget
that we ever kissed.

Forget
that we ever touched.

Forget
that we ever felt loved.

When you paint your picture,
paint a broken heart.

Paint the sun
shinning no more.

Paint only rain clouds
on sweet summer days.

Paint black clouds
on lonely fields.

Paint one who stands in the middle
and paint her bleeding heart
falling to the ground.

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Heather Schroer

Heather Schroer

Fort Leonard Wood, MO
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