Battles Against My Soul
I exhumed the bitter part of my past,
The day we parted boastful none hurt,
I remembered the prick of tears in my eyes,
As they welled up and rolled down in drops.
In your stilletos you swayed past me,
Looked at me and said let it be,
I am a golden egg, a fab baby,
High up on a deck, one I can't reach.
But I wish to some day remember not,
The happy days us together held tight,
I hope to some day recall not,
The tears I shed in battles against my soul.
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