you don't love me

Written by: John Loving III

ever somewhere in my soul
 it burns
the lashes of the whip
 that forces me to learn
that i had touched
 the thorn of your rose
the puncture was deep
 and the sting still grows
part of my psyche
 tries to forget
but the sting of the incident
 is like the lash of the whip
into my ears the 
 loud pop went
when ever i'm reminded of the
 message you sent
in shame i cannot look 
 into your eyes
they won't tell the truth
 they'll only tell lies
how can i reclaim 
 my wondering soul
that refuses to leave you
 even though i'm gone
and your soul that i thought 
 i had in exchange
suspiciously missing
 isn't that a shame