Feel My Love


Blessed be the poet that bleeds
Softly speaking like no one hears
Writing each word with every drop of blood
“I love you” is written in cursive to her readers
She’s trying to spread something beautiful
She knows all too much what it feels like to be empty-hearted
She’s giving her heart to these pages
What’s left of her heart anyway
She writes her words with her open wounds
And it’s all here for you to read
Blessed be the poet that bleeds
But she has more of a purpose than self-fulfillment
She cried to the dark night sky and made this promise to God
I vow to reach others just like me
I’ll live to help people even if it’s just one
I promise I’ll start to love to breathe
Because God told the poet you are loved
She started spreading the message to others
Bleeding out rhymes like she was writing her child a lullaby
Telling people every single individual is amazing, and she sees it written in the stars
Blessed be the poet that bleeds
She’s telling others what they can be

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