Pain In My Soul - POEM
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PAIN IN MY SOUL:
Your words are knives,
Don't know if I'll survive.
Aiming near my heart,
Tearing it apart.
The pain in my soul,
Causing plenty of holes.
Patch them with a sorry,
Even though I'll be chary.
You made me lost,
In the process of being tossed.
My soul is dark,
It could possibly cause a spark.
Just knowing I was your weakest desire,
Wrapped my heart in the finest barbed wire.
Written By: Blake Newborn (www.twitter.com/itsblaken)