Word of Heart
Through word of mouth I hear;
That I am the girl you fear.
Deep inside, your heart beats fast for my soul
Faster than a NASCAR driver
Or so I am told.
Things like this confuse me so
Make me wonder why you ever let me go
I guess bad timing,
Is all you can say,
You still take my breath away
My insides are mangled, and tattered and torn
My heart is bruised
It feels like thorns,
I hold my composure well though
I always act like things are swell
Even, as I go through hell.
A guard so highly raised that no type of love could surpass.
Such a pretty face;
Wears such a hideous mask
She is constantly intruded
With thoughts from the past
She is letting life slip by her fast.
Stuck in what seems like the same place forever
She wants nothing more,
Than to get better;
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