An Internal BattleA Poem by Cerise
Whenever I am provoked or angery
Its an internal battle of world war 3 It all depends on the sands of time One of you must either win or die Either my throbbing heart of fire or My common sense dipped in kind.... MY HURT- When my hurt is multiplied I see blood red through my eye Every emotion of hurt is high I live to kill and all I see is evil The raw feelings full of havoc Untl I bleed and the hurt flows Through tears of despair.... MY PEACE- When I get the chance to kill my hurt And let the goodness win within I loose a teeny tiny little part of me And a little some more gets burned I paste my lips together in fear And fill my heart with love..... For once the tongue wages I will loose all I have My love, blood relations and life..... © 2015 CeriseReviews
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Added on March 9, 2015Last Updated on March 10, 2015 AuthorCerisedubai, dubai, United Arab EmiratesAboutwords cant give an accurate detail of who i am or what i am..... more..Writing
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