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My heart has been bled dry,
and when night comes I want to cry.
I can only pretend to be strong for so long,
before I realize all that I’ve done wrong.

Though my heart has no more blood,
it seems butterflies have taken over with a flood.
My blood can no longer make my love travel,
but those butterflies are finding all the loose ends they need to ravel. 

 

But the shedding of my tears,
seems to have washed away my fears.
I’m not saying I’m fearless,
only that I can feel happiness’s nearness.

Yes my heart was bled dry,
but now butterflies cloud it’s skies.
True I have shed my fair share of tears,
and I still have some of my fears.
Never the less, now that I’ve had the final shove,
I do believe that I can love.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[I'llPlayTheJuliet]

I Loved this poem, I relate to this.
I loved the ending, simply Amazing. good job.
Thank you so very much for sharing.

[mmzx]

really full of emotions in this one.
super terrific.

but, cheer up okay girl.
:D

when life is not at its greatest, think of those who are more unfortunate than you and you will be blessed.

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

This is really good...i like it alot
Great Job