hurtA Poem by Black
Hurt is hard,
but still so soft, The words are hell while hands are weak, Keep on fighting Or blow a retreat! retread is to easy to obscure, but fighting makes no sense either, because it will be sore, you will have to travel to all your faults, and you can't deny those previous sprouts, you have to erase, or ignore ''or throw away, Until you can say I did everything, that i could have done Losing my universe, moon and sun, But i changed in every way, and it is not me, which to blame, which will cause to lock that pain away! © 2011 Black |
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