My heart bleeds into my hand
The colour of a red rose on beaten
snow
In agony of its decay and defeat
To reach to you, to let you know.
It stains my life, as it stains my
soul
To see you so far after I let go
You were supposed to be right in
this heart
The one that bleeds
unreservedly now.
The heart on my hands slips off two
ways
I want to grip it, just tell me
how.
With it flows every heartfelt vow
With it does flow our sacred love.
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