The Hurt. Ive got this heaviness pressing-down unrelentlessly upon my heart... Blowing it up; Eventually Shredding it, and leaving shards So if at times I lash-out and cut, please dont take it personal, its not against you; Youre beautiful and to me, mean the world Its just that sometimes the hurt and sometimes the pain... Sometimes I remember, the former things and it comes again Youve married a man, that has a past and who like you, my dear wife... Had love that was smashed Cause the finger upon which you put my ring that is symbolic of the commitment that we made is part of a body, that is made-up of scars There was a time when I was caught-up in a moment of transition; I nearly lost my mind and at some point, went missing I stayed gone for a while but now slowly, Im working my way back The smile thats once again on my face I, Thank You, for that But we all, in our on time and way regather the pieces and look for someone, wholl help ease the, Battle-scarred body rife with wounds that come with love; Rub in the healing balm thatll reinvigorate the soul So if at times I lash-out and cut, please dont take it personal Its not against you, Youre beautiful, and to me, mean the world, Its just that sometimes the hurt; Sometimes the pain; Sometimes I remember, the former things, and it comes again Written by A Watchman of the Spirit (hungrypan74)
Posted on: Fri, 19 Dec 2014 22:56:03 +0000