Wounded

You have wounded my heart
If wounds could have been seen
It would have looked lot worse than a fire burn
The heart inside me has perhaps turned black as coal
The red blood turned blue and cold
It doesn’t thump anymore as a joyous beating heart
The heartbeat that was once tuned with yours
Plays a rather sad melancholic song these days
It shrank and became hard like a piece of stone
The way the heart inside Nefertiti’s mommy resides
Lonely, sad and wounded…

Reviews

[rnuff]

such a tugging piece, nicely written.