The scars make up a story of your loves and losses. An open-heart surgery gone wrong. You've built an iron wall; caution signs and warnings pasted across like a poorly done collage. A terrible dramatic perfomance.
This facade isn't working. You're lonely and depressed; you can't catch a break. Every woman in your life has taken a part of your soul. Your heart pumps; it isn't power generated.
It's over. Let me in. Unlock the chains surrounding your heart. Surrender to your passions. Not all women are back-stabbing hoes.
Author notes
1. Your heart is real, it isn't bulletproof.
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Comments
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this is beautiful, i love this. its so true and honest! good luck!
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Thanks babe (:
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to whom this is for let me tell him he is a lucky man, and if this is just a poem hell he is still a lucky man, that is why i smile on this and just love it to death, cause i hope to be that lucky with someone one day, keep it flowing
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Thanks, hon (:
This is just a write, but I have a guy and I'd like to think he's lucky
I am.
Thanks again for the comment!
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