Embrace the wounds in your heart
For they may tell a story in the dark.
Allow them to unfold
For they have stories to be told.
Treat these wounds like your beloved child
For they may go wild.
Enough of running away from your last break up pain
Making it look like a great dane.
Remember your heart will not break
Even during some depression quakes.
He or She is not going to complete you
Because they themselves do not have a clue.
Hide all you want from these wounds
But remember they will shout like hounds.
Smile all you want like Saint Miller
But deep down you know your heart is like a Midnight thriller.