Bleeding
Where are you, I know I was gone, but you, always there upon my return, where are you
The flowing from my heart is coming faster and faster.
Dark red, hot flowing, emptying out onto the forgotten path of love.
I must, yes, oh yes must find you so that the flow will stop and life with continue for me
One word, one thought, one kiss and my life will be saved
Please just one anyone, but hurry...
Robert Hayden Pursell
11 December 2005
Punta Cana
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