Open up my heart with a hatchet,
Clamp my arteries with your fingers,
Play my love like an acoustic guitar,
Pure, melodic, loud,
Then walk away and leave me bleeding on the floor,
For another poor soul to clean up the mess you left me as.
Who wants to perform open heart surgery on someone with so many miles?
Who wants to love me when all I am is a ticking time bomb,
A star crossed lover who got shot down by the universe,
And has been walking aimlessly through it ever since?
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Does the Rain Ever Stop?: Poems and Musings
PoetryHello Reader, This is my collection of poems and thoughts that I have compiled over the last few years. I have been writing for many years and my number one hope is that someone reads my poems and feels seen. Says "oh that's me". We all live in this...
