Weeping is the Wound

Just as the red flows from us,

our life sustaining blood,

tears are love's

version of blood.

Weeping is the wound,

when the tear ducts swell,

that's love's version of blood

beginning to well.

When you bleed,

your body cries,

and when you sob,

love begins to die.

Love is something inside you.

Love is something alive, too.

Love bleeds when it's broken,

Love's voice cracks when words are spoken.

Love is a person,

a person who is not you,

love is a person,

who knows what's true.

Author's Note

reviews please!

Reviews

[Lina Grey]

This is very powerful, especially the ending "Love is a person, a person who is not you, love is a person, who knows what's true." A very descriptive and unique explanation of that magical mystery known as "love". You can say so much in so few words. Thank you.

[MandaBear]

Love is a person,
a person who is not you,
love is a person,
who knows what's true.

that's favorite part :)

[Amanda]

Things love related aren't really my thing but this was written well

[Virtuosa X]

"Love is person
who knows what's true"
I like this line. It says so much. Overall, you did a great job (as usual)
Keep it up :)