Still haunted

I wear my heart upon my sleeve
For all to see or care
Bruised and bleeding now
But not beyond repair.

The hurt I feel
inside I know
Drags me to places deep
Invading that which I hold dear
And ripping me from sleep.

The peace I seek seems far away
Yet just beyond my grasp
To whisper sweet temptations
Of a love lost in the past.



Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-11 at 17:14

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Esti D-G
hi penfold, lovely little poem with a soft ending. Enjoyed it, love esti
2005-10-14


Zoya Zaidi
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and you always get hurt; You get hurt & you bleed! But. heart is a lonely travell; It always seeksssssssssssss! Love.xxx
2005-10-12


epohonci
when does love not haunt?

this is a well-written poem, very much enjoyed :)
2005-10-11


AmonTheDark
to show such heart in the open really does show everyone how you truly care
wich i think is why it is really worth the pain that you get even though it might not
seem like it at the time
2005-10-11


Surei
Yes, very hard losing someone you love, even if it is your fault or not...love always hurts, but without pain and hearthache, what is life worth? To feel pain is to be alive! Very nice poem, I enjoyed it!
2005-10-11