Bleeding Heart
By John M Lennon
Words from which I part
Dying through this
What you have called my art
But only now do you see my bleeding heart
As in the end it all has fallen a part
With the writing on the wall
Puddled on the floor
This says something more then I could ever of said today
It's a pain that would never go away
But you where my strength to fight it
And today all I saw was you walking away
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