Love wasn't there

to feel this way was, is a crime
a crime to the heart
the heart, feels this way because love wasn't there

this feeling sunk up on the heart
took ahold of the heart and all the heart could do was
bleed

not blood, did the heart bleed but pain was the name
pain came in a liquiad but will the heart ever understand
how to cove up the womb

healing wasn't the process the heart had to go through
to stop the bleeding does it hurt to be hurt
does it hurt to bleed and unbleedable pain

yes said the heart it felt this way cause love wasn't there.

poem by Dez Johnson
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