these are the wounds of the heart <br />let your fingers pierce that part <br /> <br />blood drips from a wounded heart <br />pain gleaming against the light <br /> <br />time has not healed the wounds <br />you can hear the screaming sounds <br /> <br />these are the wounds of my heart <br />we are not many miles apart <br /> <br />we share the wounds of the heart <br />in these poems that we draft<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-these-poems-that-we-write/
