The Nurse
I was wounded
I was broken
what's left of me, ruined
i was so done with women
i bled for weeks
even a year
yet she is whom i seek
until you came, my dear
You were in white
hair in a bun
your smile, such a pretty sight
no man dare run
You saw me wounded
You saw me broken
You saw that I was ruined
was i really done with women?
I shed a tear
you'd make me smile
you took my fear
its gone for miles
you cured my heart
tended the stitches
the hardest part
your soul bewitches
healed, i was
you took a knife
stabbed me across
i trusted with my life
you made me fall
you nursed my pain
but after all
you broke me again.
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Words & Thoughts
Poetryi find that writing helps me express something in my mind that I'm too afraid to say or when I don't have anyone to say it to. Once I've said it in the form of words, I make a friend read it and somehow they like it, somehow they relate to it. One e...
