The pain of the heart,
It grows as fast as fire burns.
The heart is a fragile glass,
It can love, but is easy to break.
My heart bleeds for her.
It bleeds because of her.
She was the love of my life.
Now all that is left is a bleeding heart.
The Poetry Factor
By Arkain
All my work put into poetry will be in here. this poetry has a lot of strong meaning behind it as you will fi... More