Wounded heart

Hurt come when your beloved is slowly slipping off

When the spark of that micro touch of your soul is no more

Wounded heart is a wondering mind that fights itself

For that love that is so dear but now lacking

Is there really the truth in this love? Or did she really stop

Caring because the love that was once there is no longer prevalent

Like before, what is happening to us? Are we not the same individuals

Who once lived in one another’s moments like identical twins by souls?

Love is really a heavy load on the mind like stress of murderous thoughts

And my love for you is like a platter that is only available to you

Like nature and its seasons so stable, patient for you only

I live every day in beautiful moments like i met you the day before

 

With love so pure like distilled drop of water on a transparent glass

Wounded heart is a heart that long for nourishment by your love

Which sometimes seems absent, you are that women i longed for

In my childhood because your presence really vibrates my soul