Wound

Wound left by love, does the other ever know it is there?

Wound

Look at this wound; it’s not very large in size,

But to me it’s the worst I’ve ever gotten,

It aches when I wake, leaving blood in its wounded wake,

Pain with every single strike.

 

Nothing but pain will it ever feel,

For I know that you do steal,

I know that you are not made of steel,

But to me it will always be.

 

Look at my wound, and how it bleeds,

Oh how it stings, even the smallest of things,

Please oh please, just look at my wound,

And you know it will surly be.

 

Look at this wound; it’s not very large in size,

But to me it’s the worst I’ve ever gotten,

It aches when I wake, leaving blood in it’s wounded wake,

Pain with every single strike.

 

And you know; it’s clear, oh so very clear,

With your undead face, look upon my deadly wake,

And you will see, oh yes you will see,

That there is more than just me.

Author's Note

The person "speaking" is telling the other person who is "listening" about how their heart is damaged and in so much pain.