An empty feeling, <br />Of being forsaken. <br />I’m not appealing, <br />My heart seems taken. <br /> <br />Gone! Not there anymore, <br />But it still thumps. <br />Slow steady and sore, <br />In my chest, it slumps. <br /> <br />Every beat does hurt, <br />Each more than the last. <br />No girl dared flirt, <br />Anywhere in my past. <br /> <br />My heart becomes cold, <br />When I see love. <br />For I have none to hold, <br />I’m below you, not above. <br /> <br />What is my heart? <br />A wound, unhealing. <br />Shattered from the start, <br />My heart is reeling. <br /> <br />An icy chill, <br />Slowly creeps from it, <br />And will one day fill, <br />My body to the pit. <br /> <br />Special thanks to Sandi Geisel<br /><br />Cory Calder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bleeding-heart-9/
