Still haunted
I wear my heart upon my sleeveFor all to see or care
Bruised and bleeding now
But not beyond repair.
The hurt I feel
inside I know
Drags me to places deep
Invading that which I hold dear
And ripping me from sleep.
The peace I seek seems far away
Yet just beyond my grasp
To whisper sweet temptations
Of a love lost in the past.
Poetry by penfold18
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Written on 2005-10-11 at 17:14
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