The bleeding heart

There I stood on my balcony
On a night that was lonely
My heart filled with agony
Was beating like the musical drum..
Like music, it also had rhythm
A rhythm so plaintive
A song, so sensitive.

My heart was wounded with a dagger
Someone, stop it from bleeding!
Not by words, this pain, which triggers
But, by words, that are healing.

There I stood on my balcony
On a night that was lonely
My heart was soothing
As it started raining
The soothing pearls of rain
Like ointment, drove me insane
It were like your words
Words that, sometimes can kill
Words that, sometimes can heal…

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