my heart still bleeds in red.
i sit and wait, lonely night
wishing for another way.
a fault of mine is where i wear
my wounded heart for all to see.
the scars they tempt passers by,
to rend them more, poke, prod.
my lucky day is here right now,
but the time is bittersweet.
the price i paid has bled me out,
a chapter close, move on, I say.
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