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I Wear my heart on my sleeve

Some time has passed, allowing the heart to heal

and one might think, that what i feel
Is an echo of the past, surging in

That the scars of memories held, purging

would free a soul blinded on the path

still, it has not abated its wrath

Yesterday, is all that exists

As i sit in my shrine of poetry and words

To pretend that everything is fine

Carrying a burden, unbent and unbroken

through the threshold of pain

is there anything to gain from this hell?

I wear my heart on my sleeve

for everyone to see, the man i want to be

I am grateful for these moments i feel

because it all ment that it was real

I will heal, from the wounds of battle

then i need to allow myself to feel the rattle

of deceit, pain and hardship, all born from fear

I forgive you my dear.

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Publicerad 2015-12-21 01:18

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