Feeling as she has been punched
Right in the stomach, bulls eye
All organs being crunched
Slapped in her face
Such pain she frets
Smiles left, no trace
Have a seat on her chest
Take all breath away
She longs to forever rest
Questions begin to flow
How to continue on
As the pain begins to grow
Sucked into this darkened deep
Seeing no light to return
Her sorrow only to seep
To wish this, I never would
Such heartache is cruel
Help me to feel what I should.
©2001
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"A muse can never hide everything, they're bound to spill over.
Written words in ink are permanent and that's where I'll be - behind them."
~Girl*with*Ink~
releasing her muse through liquid |
