BLEEDING HEART by Antoh
We love with broken hearts,
Eyes shut ,
Not a picture of love we’d stare,
Love a fruit of the Holy Spirit, this we hate to share.
With broken hearts why love?
Its all we got to do,
For those we love left us ,
For we left those who loved us,
Then we talk of journeying alone,
Yes, we call it solo riding,
No, please do call it self love.
’bout self love,
This comes before loving someone,
When it comes after,
Then it aint self love,
Its a wall we building,
Within the walls is a depressed soul, full of regrets, finished nails and sunken eyes.
Some day we will meet a soul,
A wrecked soul,
A good soul,
To side by each other ,not as lovers but as sympathisers,
Life will be full of empathy,
Trying to reach out to a soul out of its on place .
Yes you ,who loves me,
Yes you ,who pleads to be by me,
Yes you, who I once hurt,
Yes you,who did hurt me ,
Here is my bleeding heart.
💔💔Torn ,broken we are😀 still we shy from telling .