the gauntlet was thrown
words were said in anger
a challenge was made
an neither one of us is good with ultimatums
with no time to ponder which pathways
the language could roam
we resort to what we know
how to hurt the other
only lovers know how to deal out this kind of pain
as I stand alone in the blood where two hearts
once bled I wonder
Why ?
~ D Donner ~
Love Scars
It goes with the good times and happiness moments. To know someone well and to know what hurts is difficult to hold back when angered. Two bleeding hearts and a "Why?" - This was a heart felt and heart sent poem ~Star~