Torn
If my mind were free of memories
Maybe my heart could heal
Then my soul would soar once more
No longer held down by broken bonds
Like the tattered remains of my desire
A flame flickers just before it goes out
Emotions run rampant threw my soul
Where love was once my mainstay
It now has become somewhat elusive
The needle in the haystack is easier to find
Then the passions left far behind
Cut me and surely I will bleed
Beat me and yes I will scar
Words cut has deeply has any knife
And leave bruises just like a clenched fist
Am I not worthy of your affection?
Do you no longer see the need in my eyes?
You only have but to look upon my face
Its there in spite of all that is done
Warm hearted yet cold blooded
Try has I may I’m unable to reach you
My arms have stretched out towards you
Only to remain has empty has the rest of me
The voice of reason has grown silent
Slowly the path to nothing grows wider
The taste of bitterness is hard to swallow
To understand you must have understanding
The seeds of discontent have been planted
How is it that you are its gardener?
When harvested we reap what we sow
Except those who are unmoved
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