my heart isn't ready for love
the usually warm sunny path
to my heart
is now coated in ice and snow
sharp icicles stick up from the ground
cutting and bruising anyone that tries to enter
i need to navigate my own way
through that treacherous journey
only i'm carrying everything i have with me
strapped to my memory
making every step slow
all my movements are jerky
causing me to slip and fall
another bruise
another story
my cuts bleed out on the perfect snow
creating a perfect blood path
to my bleeding heart
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Poems by Me
شِعرA bunch of poems that I've done in the past. Trigger Warning!! Might be some graphic sections.
