I came across another old writing – another poem, at that. It seems I went through a very dark, emo time in my early young adulthood… Anyways, here it is in all it’s gloomy glory.
A bleeding heartThis bleeding heart
My bleeding heart A hopeless romantic flighty and bursting a gentle butterfly carried by the wind This hopeless romantic biting the bitter and spitting the sweet thoughts and words now oppose A bleeding heart pour it out paint the canvas with your poetic sadness This bleeding heart beats merely by design and bled out long ago A weary soul exhausted and waiting a damsel that still let’s her hair down This weary soul too tainted for a sliver of optimism to seep in tired, tired, tired A bleeding heart pour it out This bleeding heart paint the canvas with poetic sadness My bleeding heart pumps only by design now and bled out long ago
Casual, Possibly-Nonsensical Ramblings 