My Wounded Heart

My wounded heart

that cries in pain

heals slowly every day,

by teaching my heart

to fall in love again

will be harder than I think.

The tenderness of my skin

doesn't feel

the way it used to be

soft and sweet,

the way it felt

when you were touching me.

By the time

the sweetness of my lips

are dried up

by your kiss that never comes.

Only one thing that comes

are the tears

that fall into pieces.

The embrace of your arms

warmed me up,

by the time

you were gone

my body was shivering

as it always was.

The light of passion

that I see in your eyes

doesn't brighten up

as the moon shines tonight.

Your warm breath

that I felt when you were

close to me

was gone by the cold wind.

The memories that we used

to share was kept

between our love,

the vows that we made

began to fade away

like a lonesome dove.

Copyright@2005 Michelle Carreiro