My Heart Bleeds
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
it bleeds, it whimpers,
it shudders, it shakes and shivers,
for you-
We strolled through life at a pace, shy-
to sit so sweetly in the smoky air
against those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high, we laid enlaced
on white Quartz and grey sandstone
as the sun basked in daylight-
Sheer streams of glistening evergreen,
amber summer stung while weighted wind
traced tender temples to peek,
a glimpse-
Your soft touch of broken dreams
lay still, on my heart of scars.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
It bleeds in love, my Love-
Tell me, does my name melt in your mind
like red velvet yearns?
How it cries for the warm energy
of lips not yet tasted but still reaches
for safe port and solace, to be seen-
the desire, vivid
a striking taste, swirling
on the tongue of innocence.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
it bleeds with champagne twist,
synergy suspended, steeped
in the pool of your hot springs,
buoyant in a magnitude of senses
my heart, she bleeds...
Oh youth, forbidden!
Your story untold and still unwritten
yet my path walked for nearly 15 years,
Alone-
So, here we sit, you and me
inside the same skin.
A life already unfolded and another
still remains unspoken-
The day, she swept away and the breeze
stole your name through sunlit leaves.
A memory perhaps,
Never to be Seen Again-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
it bleeds, it whimpers,
it shudders, it shakes and shivers,
for you-
We strolled through life at a pace, shy-
to sit so sweetly in the smoky air
against those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high, we laid enlaced
on white Quartz and grey sandstone
as the sun basked in daylight-
Sheer streams of glistening evergreen,
amber summer stung while weighted wind
traced tender temples to peek,
a glimpse-
Your soft touch of broken dreams
lay still, on my heart of scars.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
It bleeds in love, my Love-
Tell me, does my name melt in your mind
like red velvet yearns?
How it cries for the warm energy
of lips not yet tasted but still reaches
for safe port and solace, to be seen-
the desire, vivid
a striking taste, swirling
on the tongue of innocence.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds,
it bleeds with champagne twist,
synergy suspended, steeped
in the pool of your hot springs,
buoyant in a magnitude of senses
my heart, she bleeds...
Oh youth, forbidden!
Your story untold and still unwritten
yet my path walked for nearly 15 years,
Alone-
So, here we sit, you and me
inside the same skin.
A life already unfolded and another
still remains unspoken-
The day, she swept away and the breeze
stole your name through sunlit leaves.
A memory perhaps,
Never to be Seen Again-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2015
