My heart broke <br />and bled. <br />Streamed. <br />Blood mixed <br />and made mud, <br />on the ground. <br /> <br />Tears raced red <br />down my body, <br />stained my skin. <br />Gravity pulled down. <br /> <br />Now you walk through <br />this <br />brown-red paste. <br />It sticks to your sole <br />too. <br />You wear my <br />heart-break crown. <br /> <br />Does this paste <br />scare you? <br /> <br />When my blood mixed <br />with your <br />dirt skin. <br />This sin? <br /> <br />Let no fear lie <br />in hurting me. <br />You have already <br />hurt me. <br /> <br />My heart broke <br />and bled. <br />Streamed down my brown body. <br />Mixed with your dirt skin. <br /> <br />You were already <br />on the ground. <br /> <br />© Jillian Scott 2008<br /><br />Jillian Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-heart-broke-and-bled/
