Paint my Red Bleeding HeartA Poem by Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoetI am Venting Do you Hear my BLEEDING HEART hear it in pain SCREAMIG OUT. New poem written Jun 21,2014 Do you Hear that MELANCHOLY SINGING a Tune.Paint the words red pain of choice. My screaming Heart in anguish maybe all I have to say, It's been ripped out of my chest would you like to see my bleeding pain. Romance isn't a thought or feeling in me too many things happening in my own life. If Romance doesn't play with my museful Heart and it plays with my pain don't blame me not my fault. Paint my tears blue with sorrow they have lost their way to my cheeks and put the ache they feel in my Heart. If romance is never a muse to me again it may surely kill me. But if agony is my new muse will you still love me? Not sure I will be the same but I must vent and let it all go. I'm like a sad violin playing and no one hears it's music or understands. Know me love me or hate me won't make me cry if you Hate me I will love you even more no matter how much it hurts me. paint me with red words of choice a Screaming Bleeding Heart. If I stop loving I will die of a broken Heart would it matter if I was gone and no one saw me again. My ache screams like a echo that won't stop. Paint my red bleeding Heart broken promises of your words play like a shattered record in my memory. Did you lie when there was love in your words will you ever be the person I once knew. So if I stopped loving would you see your selfish ways maybe not you can't see it even when I love you. I feel all you tell me is lies and say you're better when you have not changed. It bleeds like a stabbing knife it hurts to love you. So paint my red bleeding Heart do you see it you've shot my beating soul. Oh tell me it will be alright that won't even make the hurt stop. Where are you DADDY when will you came back to me, When will the LIES stop when will the PAIN STOP. Can I stop loving then if I die of a Broken Heart will be no more pain. Would you miss me too much if I was gone. It hurts too much to love no matter who it is I always feel this great pain the cross to bare of a hopeless romantic. Where has the Romantic Heart gone it hurts too much to love if you ask so it may not be me. My words maybe sorrow and Melancholy with a bleeding Heart. My wounds will heal but it feels as if poisonous toxic salt has been poured upon them so they're healing again. There is a gaping hold of agony that's been spit into these words and my Heart. Cleaning and licking my wounds so don't try it will only worsen the blow I've felt. Paint my bleeding Heart red as it spills upon the ground before your feet in a pool of blood. Copyright Kindred poet/Benita Staebell McCartney © 2014 Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoetAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
959 Views
12 Reviews Shelved in 2 Libraries
Added on June 22, 2014Last Updated on June 22, 2014 Tags: I'm Veting, Pain of my Daddy, My bleeding heart, Melancholy, Drama of life, Drama everywhere, Pain, poem AuthorBenita-Staebell M - KindredPoetIAAboutA survivor of Narc abuse it's why I don't stand for negativity bullying or hate towards anyone's race color or creed. "The biggest thing for women to keep in mind is you can't ever let someo.. more..Writing
Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
|