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Bleeding Heart

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Published: 26 May 2022 › Updated: 26 May 2022Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

I'm not a poet. For the first time I want to give it a try and see how well I could fit into the poetry niche. I title this post the bleeding Heart, the inspiration comes from a true story of a young girl in quest of love.

T͟h͟e͟ B͟l͟e͟e͟d͟i͟n͟g͟ H͟e͟a͟r͟t͟

The heart wonders ashore in a quest to find its beloved

Amidst the process comes the turbulent sea that washes it offshore

It girdles up itself with the suite of resilience and put on the boot of stability.

She sails once again in the ship of alignment

Holding firm the wheel as the sea waves teases it to and fro

Along the seashore came pirates who smuggled into the ship and took its treasures leaving it all empty.

He girdles himself once again and focuses on the journey ahead and imagines the great picture of reuniting with his beloved.

Alas! The sailor approaches

The landmark with great joy and anticipation.

On arrival, searches for the whereabout of his beloved but to no avail

He tried to purge it's tears with butter while

In a club house where music is the language untold

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From a side view with an angle of elevation, a pretty damsel dressed in blossom white and red outfit, with dazzling jewelries to match.

She twists her waist systematically to the rhythm in the house.

A masculine gender grasps her by the waist as she twist and turn

They both stare at each other affectionately

The wind blew her hair, revealing the curves of her chin down to her neck

It then dawned on him.

The lady on the dance floor, the lady in red is his beloved

He yells out her name

Whaling bitterly, Anastasia! Anastasia!

But to no avail

He tries to surpass the crowd to reach to her but was stabbed

He called out to her with his last breath

Blood flowing through the dance floor

She ran to see who was hurt, only to see her beloved lying lifelessly in a pool of blood.

Who will heal and restore the bleeding Heart?

Who can fathom the magical moment it would have been?

Who knew the dancefloor to be a blood bait?

All these she wondered while her heart bleed in pain.

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