Tricked Emotions
My soul has been deteriorating
beneath the tattoo of life.
The stains have left behind
an antagonizing belief of love in my veins.
Pain is ripping at my skin,
tears are drying out my blood.
Fear is cloning a shadow
to trick my emotions,
to see an imprint of the smile I once had.
My cry is turning into
a seasonal habit of depression;
in the mind of the heart.
Copyright © Kendalle Crouse | Year Posted 2006
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