pain i keep on closed in...
i keep bleeding.. i keep keep bleeding in love... i keep bleeding.. i keep bleeding in love.. hard to define.. but blood can be seen all over around my heart.. it has cracks.. it has split up in two.. three.. no count how many pieces... it has broken.. broken again again with wonderful hands of life.. the beautiful color of life is with me as my bleeding heart.. bandaid didn't work.. surgery will not work.. it has to to tied up tightly with thick and impermeable wall. to protect it.. but it will split up again.. it will fall apart into something only i will be able to see the blood.. someting broken can never be glued.. it is irrepairable damage .. tangible only to person it belong to.. only i can see the loss.. only i feel the pinch.. only i can feel the storm in me.. only i can feel the moment broken into and inertia left disturbed.. it is human nature to cover up with plastic smiles and plastic faces... it is the call of this tough and so called " practical" world to ...