Sore Poem by Leonard Dantzler

Sore Hearts and sore Eyes
From poorly pieced Lies
Puzzled? No Riddled! ! ! !
Because at not quite the end, a little more to the middle
I found you,
I redesigned the tears of which you let define
I painted over the peeling face that you let fall, with no desire to catch it
I opened up the shades to bring the light in
Now I am Out?
No! I won't be forgotten
Because My heart was an nonexchangeable gift
But you forgot the receipt anyway
Jokes on you cause I laughed after you cried
And AGAIN someone yells out Sadist
And again I find no point in denying it