Fresh Wound Poem by Andrew Rose

Fresh Wound

Rating: 4.0


Running water floods the way,
And opens the heart untill things decay,

Letting old wounds become the living flesh,
Born again by two drunken breaths,

An although X and X lay side by side,
Its still a betrayal,
It still hurts inside,

So I sit here and wonder,
Asking myself,
Why would two who seem to love me,

Cast me aside

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