every kiss I get with an open feet
and every time I start this act
I wonder if it would result-
in a searing pain on the chest
For when the story starts to rhyme
the bells, they start to chime
announcing that a lovely crime
Committed at this time
will hurt my worn out heart
that is enclosed in a sheet
of silk and heavy lead,
and dotted with colorful beads.
I cherish every pain that comes
with an anxious open palm
Can someone give me a balm?
that heals and brings me calm
For I cannot eat and cannot sleep
Can’t go to an ocean so deep
Not even to a short, side trip
away from this cruel cliff.
I’m sure am not here alone
I grieve with many in this zone
So- tonight I shall go to bed
with feet that do not bleed.
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