Your heart limps
and it limps with you.
What used to be red,
like lips and kissed lips,
is now painfully blue.
The memories
of romance past
and of passion's residue,
are for now crutches
that support you.
Walk with your wounded heart
and limp you may go.
Love is red,
bloody red,
even indigo.
Ahead perhaps
for you is something
or someone new.
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