bloodstains

a heart

a heart shattered

a heart shattered as glass

blodstained glass..

a shattered heart on the ground where i stood..

but not anymore

a rose

a red rose

a blodred rose

a blod stained rose

on the ground

on the ground

within my heart..

the ground..

a blodstained blodred rose within a shattered heart

as blodstained glass..

my heart...

within my life...

the rose.. my life...

You left me bleeding

You left me bleeding

YOU

left me..

as a dagger in the heart

my heart shatters as glass

blodstained glass

the blod..

my soul..

the blod stains on the rose..

my life...

blodstaines blodred rose on the ground 

within the shattered heart as blodstained shattered glass...

You..

you have stabbed me...

my heart is shattered

my life is stained forever....

Reviews

[Libby McKeown]

Blood. not blod. Bleeding hearts, red roses, and shattered lives are cliches. I really like the rhythm of your poem; it sounds really cool when read aloud. However, the misspellings distract a great deal from your poem. And using cliches make your poem look exactly like other poems; don't you want yours to stand out? I'm sorry I'm being kind of hard, but I like this poem and would like to see it shine. Thanks for sharing!