HURT


Swish, swash the cold air blew
That's my heart that flew
To live is to love, my side of view
Now darkness spread, and on it grew.

We tried to belong,
Now look at us
Scattered, shattered
There goes our trust.

My soul, a paper torn to bits
My body a brick crushed to grits
My pain and heart , an empty pit
My agony booms aloud and wide.

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