You left my in a puddle of blood.
The way you thought it should end.
You left me with a broken heart,
and those are hard to mend.
The time will come and you will be paid back,
But your blood will be a pool ,
one you can’t swim in
I never thought you where that kind of man,
But you have shown me differently.
Do I hate when I know I should,
I think not.
I would never let hate be a part of my heart.
However, this is some thing you can’t fathom,
Nor can you see.
My puddle of blood will turn into an ocean of love,
I have no doubt about that.
You see there have been many in my life,
And when they leave,
They leave me in this puddle of blood.
I pick myself up,
I brush myself off.
I then return to my ocean of pure unconditional love.
Dee Parenti
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