My heart bleeds out ink, <br />Which my hand smears onto paper. <br />Drip by drip comes <br />Word by word. <br />Every poem is trying to heal the wound <br />That makes my heart bleed. <br /> <br />My tears form as words. <br />These dry cheeks <br />Still haven’t felt that salty tear drop <br />And still I can feel that tear build up behind my eyes. <br />So my hand works extra hard <br />To try and cover this page, <br />With words I turn into poems. <br /> <br />My Blood and Tears <br />Are words and Sentences <br />Which I give out to all to share <br />And to feel that little bit less alone <br />In this world<br /><br />Marc Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-blood-and-tears-are-words-and-sentences/
