The Bleeding Heart

 Morning rise the plant spread it wings.

Morning rise the butterfly comes for pollen.

Morning rise the eagerness is sharp.

Oh! at the rise she is set

Tied down like a sheep ready for slaughter

Waiting for it butcher.

Not until he came being an appearance of the thing expected and not in reality.

A hypocrite with her daily.

She hopes and pray not to wake up from the dream if it was.

Only to found out she is hallucinating over a fictitious nihilistic delusion.

Oh! if only the choicest vine was planted in heart;

If only it was fenced;

If only the stones where gathered thereof;

If only a tower was set in it.

Now the heart bleed because it was captured by it moves.

The key was given to the unknown robber

He opened the door took off the valuable asset living the owner empty.

Daily at the recall, she felt remorseful.

Has it now become a crime to accept a stranger for love sake.

The pain remain and become a stigma on others.

Here, the heart keep bleeding

So much drip of blood not until it becomes hatred.

In amuse, how could this sweet loving man become this cold, calculating demon in no time?

And now beyond hurt by the betrayal

Treat her like an ashtray;

But finally it was washed over her and she went numb.

by

Sage Adeplus.