My Heart

My heart he searched for

Til dawn I was told

When he found it

It was black & cold

He nourished it

Brought it back to life

I sit and wonder why? Oh why?

"My love" he screamed

Passion in his eye

I love you more today

Than the day you died

My pain & ache deep, deep inside

Is why I have strength to never cry

My heart he saved

Has a vivid memory of yesterday's pain

My heart he saved

Torn and tattered, but now its brave

My heart he saved

Its where he tattooed his name

My heart he saved

His life he gave

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Whisked Forsaken

He stands there as my song plays by the hands of the D.J. wanting one dance

The slight trance of my assets only lasts one spin

Hurting lasting longer after our waists subside
And my mind begins

He can still feel the movement of my hips and thighs

He calls excited about the next opportunity to arise
With business as usual

Brief under tones so cruel

Hurting more than I let it will

The silence in my voice is like a swallowed pill

I know much better than this

He lies and cheats hoping that one more night is cherished 

Before he plunges back to his mistaken life

The one he ran from and was drawn to me

Even if he ain't ready to see

The holes still plunged in his obscured world

Crying silently as the universe ignores her sorrow

The emptiness even more hollow

The road a little bit more broken no follow

The hail falling without a trace

Sleepless nights and endless days
Show weariness on her youthful face

The long hall of mysterious self indulgence bares,

 No comparrison on the plantation of the struggling ghettos

The glass remains full as the liquor courses through her viens, 

The numbness still remains so she does it again

Hostage of past mistakes creates a roation of the same day. 

Can't erase life's pain so chase it with cocain in the viens. 

Now his body laying still like Kurt Kobain

The hair that falls across her face so elegantly 

so you can't see the scars of what used to be

The tired wife that turns a blind eye so her home smells like love 

though it is like an absent parent

The realization that you are trapped and your box is collapsing 

So you run when freedom permits 

And the signs of it show now on dirty skin

Kiss the girl that is a stranger and love her more than the one you are familiar

Vulnerability comes in many forms and what you wear on the inside is like a quiet storm

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