wounds
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Why do we let our heartsVenture into dangerous partsKnowing in our heartsThe pain that we might findYet we ardently defend our rightTo suffer our wounds without a fightKnowing in our mindsThat love lies in dangerous parts
Why do we let our heartsVenture into dangerous partsKnowing in our heartsThe pain that we might findYet we ardently defend our rightTo suffer our wounds without a fightKnowing in our mindsThat love lies in dangerous parts
Time was like water,
But you were like wine
Sweet ocean, bruised and black
Bleeding the times
You don’t have to talk, You don’t have to talk.
You don’t have to be heard right now.
They don’t need to hear it right now.
The salt running down your face shouldn’t be there.
The warm then cold wetness shining your cheeks.
The trail of liquid behind as you feel your heart break a little inside.
At some time in your life you will experience the type of love that will engrave its name on your skin similar to that of a tombstone engraved “ Rest In Peace”.
It is not just one, there are many, one for each you
Wounds, Hurt
One for each absence
How much you? How much me? How much of us?
How much time and absence on this goodbye?
Eyes open I can feel but not see,
What is this pain overwhelming me?
Am I alive, Can I breathe?
You see not long ago it was you and me,
You and I, He and she there-
I was alive, I could breathe.
Dear You,
This is my least favorite part of my day.
I can never escape her eyes.
And my body can never escape her judgments.
"Bent, broken, barbed"
That's all she seems to say as her nails
Cut me open like you do those scars on your wrists.
You use to hate the sight of blood,
But now the sting and crimson oozing from your wrist has become your favorite addiction.
A mother hatred for a child is like a gunshot to the heart. A father absence is like a never ending nightmare. A grandmother dying wish, is like having your soul be taking away from you from God himself
The leaf begins to fall
and the blade becomes red.
My heart dies for her.
I see what could have been,
Healing the Heart
By: Burgundee Pannell
When I feel low
Full of great sorrow and woe
I am in need of music to flow
Through my fretful body
From my itty-bitty toes
The moonlight rays
Slice through your window,
Similar to the way
The blade kissed
Your skin only moments ago.
You look out with
Blurry vision and
Her floor is decorated
with red polka dots.
She adds more daily
without a second thought.
Her countless scars
serve as ornaments for life.
We're all fucking alone and
I hate being reminded of it.
Leave me
And then come back
showing me pictures and
videos of you without me.
Leave me
And then never reply to my
They only fester in the silence.
Time is ticking.
We should stop being quiet
Because all they can do is fester in the silence.
The longer they fester, the worse the pain.
Time is ticking.
My scars are hidden,
Not self-inflicted
Still they reflect,
My anatomical neglect.
See, I was born with a battle.
And I've just got to deal,
But your comments rattle
My heart was once so open
So innocent and free
I shared it with the world
For the world enamored me
Blood, I have wounds
only you can mend, only you
my skin is rough
but it can be cleansed, it can
my arms are tough
but they can be bent, they can
and I want to fight
She was all yours.
She was everything you wanted,
Worth the world and more.
She took care of you so well.
Always waiting by the door.
She was your number one fan,
Begging for an encore.
