I bleed
Large crimson
Tears
Of salt
And hurt
And lonely fears.
I long
For a heart
To see my pain,
Touch me
With rhythms
Of soothing rain.
When I let
Your essence
Flow over me,
To clean
the dirt
Of melancholy,
I realize
Distressed
Is not my destiny.
I bled
Because
I let thorns
Live
And play
Inside me.
© Manic Sylph 2015
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Drops In My Ocean
PoetryThe rapturous drops of my heart fall as poetry into the ocean of my infinite soul. I gather my ocean into each drop, to quench the thirst of questing spirits that wander into my world....