Eyes Talk [poetry]

Bleeding Hearts

i seem to have this terrible habit

something i cannot shake

always leaving cuts and bruises

one that causes my bones to break

for instead of running from the wolves

from which everyone else has fled

i stay behind unafraid

and try to save the wolves instead

i always seem to ignore

all the warnings and the signs

and despite the bites that pierce my skin

i still try to fix their broken cries

time after time the same old story 

and yes i must confess

i'm scared that someday i'll give to much

and there will be nothing left

and in the end my heart is left

cut and torn apart

and i suppose that's the reason 

they call it a bleeding heart

-lauren