Left Bleeding By Love

Left Bleeding …

He could still feel,

that evil thorn,

that had pierced his heart,

he rued the day –

that he had let love start.

 

Hurt and wounded,

left bleeding by love,

he ranted and he raved,

during the nights,

when memories of her,

disturbed his sleep.

 

What he had learned,

he’d never forget,

not for a million years

and he wondered,

if a fool such as he,

would really ever love again.

 

Lessons learned about love,

love hurts,

love wounds,

love smarts,

love squeezes the life from the heart,

love causes tears to fall –

in the dark of the night.

 

Love becomes an illusion,

an obsession,

it wraps itself about the heart

and all other thought is gone,

just to be with the one,

that the heart aches for,

to feel the passion –

right from the start.

 

Drifting from day to day,

with memories that still burned,

in his eyes wherever he looked,

the face, the smile,

the girl he still loved,

the one who had taken it all,

for him life had ended –

the day love had died.

 

But he was still breathing,

his heart still beating,

he hoped the day would come,

when he could break the chains,

of faithless love,

that there would come,

a bright and shiny new tomorrow

and a new love would find him,

before the sun set,

on another day.

Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

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Rasma Raisters

I am a poet and writer. I write for many different sites online. I have two published books of poems on Amazon - Poetic Thoughts Fly and On the Wings of Love.

6 thoughts on “Left Bleeding By Love

  • September 7, 2018 at 8:15 PM
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    I guess love is as we imbibe it, with all its ups and downs. The pain, the ecstasy all part of this road we call love. In the end, it is we who fail the ideal and learn, hopefully, from our mistakes. Well penned and enjoyed Rasma. Cheers!

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  • September 8, 2018 at 10:47 AM
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    Such a rollercoaster this thing we call love. Its tiresome to say the least and when it goes awry it’s almost impossible to come back from. Such a struggle to overcome a lost love or a broken heart. Nice work Rasma.

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