Her soul bleeds love darkly <br />Red pools on the floor <br />She has been stabbed <br />Her soft heart pierced <br />By cruel knives <br />Sharpened with words of love <br />And water colors of rainy days <br />And small gentle hands <br />That won’t go away <br />Sharpened to cut deep <br />And she bleeds <br />And bleeds <br />As she is gashed <br />Over and over again <br />By the cold uncaring souls <br />That she once loved <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />.<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wounded-dove/
