Hurt
The pain i feal burning with in
Is of hatred
Is of sin
Is of lust
Is of trust
Is of a desire to feal ispired
Depression, confusion,Anxiety, and hope
All these fealings are making me choke
The tension in the room is a thick smoke
From constitently fealing my own hope
The guilt of my past is always in my mind
If there is a god please send me a sign
I know who my furture intails
So get a check on these fealings befor
this relationship derails
I know i love him my heart tells me so
As my soul reaches out for something to hold
I shall hold on to him with a grip so tight
Till the day he sees the light
Copyright © Nicole Daniels | Year Posted 2012
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