Bleeding head

About this poem

My heart pounding sweet into the thrill of a good moment of love rush where to go The off and on and the upnand down of Life and feeling as I watch and hear the city and listening to you laugh and have fun don be a afraid great show good high bleed head of the shock of what went wrong not strong worry bleeding head give my love to strangers instead where is my bed thinking of you instead bleed how when and shock or why Felt broken but not scared do what I have to do so my head won't bleed over starts and street fill my pain with direction no affection blee no more bleed no more