In the moon’s tender glow hearts ache  
and weep for love unrequited,  
secrets buried deep.
They bleed for stolen kisses,  
promises untold.  
In the quiet of night,  
where passion takes hold.
Raindrops fall like tears tracing  
sorrow’s path, for friendships shattered  
dreams that couldn’t last.
They bleed for memories etched  
in fading ink and the ache of absence  
when loved ones sink.
Against taunting tornadoes they stand  
their ground, bleeding resilience,  
courage profound.  
For every battle fought, scars etched  
on skin, they bleed for survival  
refusing to give in.
In gardens of thorns,  
where pains bloom bright,  
they bleed for artistry, for colors in flight.  
For the fragile petals  
kissed by morning dew,  
they bleed for beauty both old and anew.
Across continents souls seek their place.  
Bleeding purpose into existence’s embrace.  
They bleed for meaning, for stories left untold.  
In the cosmic tapestry all threads of gold.
In shadows’ embrace, where sins shine,  
they bleed for forgiveness, a chance to realign.  
For every wrong committed, every tear shed.  
They bleed for redemption, hearts heavy with dread.
On shores of uncertainty, where waves collide,  
they bleed for liberation, for oceans wide.  
For breaking chains defying fate’s decree.  
They bleed for freedom, wild and fresh.
So let the poet’s pen bleed ink upon the page.  
Weaving tales of courage, love and rage.  
In life’s odd perspective where wounds may scar.  
We bleed for what matters - each beating star.
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