Flowers Don’t Always Calm the Restless

Poetry Project #41

Bleeding Heart

White and red

Blooming bright

Not nearly dead

What a beautiful sight.

 

With two fingers

Pluck it free

Fragrance lingers

What a sight to see.

 

Beauty’s in my palm

Rip it apart

I am not so calm

Not with this bleeding heart.

May 9, 2001 (Age: 17)

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