Bleed my metaphors,
Have a melancholy disposition-
Nail pierced wood,
wood splinters in position.
Have a melancholy disposition,
never healing with time,
wood splinters in new position,
angers greatest crime.
Never healing with time,
or endless self-analysis,
angers greatest crime,
talk through psychoanalysis.
Wound can’t grasp inside,
beyond me to proper, heal;
Smile, a saint, to hide-
from what is true and real.
Beyond me to proper heal,
operate on my heart-
from what is true and real,
what you promised is a start.
Operate on my heart,
and set on it a seal,
what you promised is a start,
plant love, true and real.
disue 
I like this. I can be melancholy much of the time and, oh, how I long for true surgery of the (heart) soul.
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My natural temperament tends to be melancholy, too. There’s been a lot of teaching that is around me lately emphasizing renewing my mind. I think it might be a hint, lol.
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The wound has to be self-cured with optimism and faith.
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