Bleed. Poem by Kevin East
Bleed.
Now
What is she doing
For the rest of her life.
Her sun that never shone.
Her moon forever blue.
When love doesn't have a clue.
And now I've gone.
Why did I have to tell her
I loved her so.
Some of us
Have to bleed to know.
Yet,
I never even felt
The knife.
Now
What is she doing
For the rest of her life.
Thinking and thinking.....maybe this separation will be temporary! ! ! If not, another broken heart! ! ! Sad but real. I can hear the sound of the shattered hearts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 9:15:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
quite spectaculary romantically tragic writing. just very nice to read. thanks -M