A Bleeding Heart
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Jacob Woodland, Grade 11
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Poetry
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2014
My heart is bleeding
My blood flows
For her love I am pleading
But she never shows
So now I lay in a shallow grave
Because my entire life I have been her slave
I feel like I’ve been used
Like my life has been drained
I feel like I’ve been abused
Like my conscience has been strained
But I want her to know I am still her friend
Forever
For now
& until the end