Mortally Wounded

How could such a beautiful mouth
Spew such hurtful words
When once it only spoke of love
Speechless I am from any kind of banter
Your onslaught has left me somewhat shattered
So I stay quiet as my hurt festers
My heart is an open wound of feelings
Prone to mysterious maladies, sometimes unseen
A hurt like this can’t be hidden
It shadows me everyday and night
Until you come to heal my heart,
I will remain mortally wounded.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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