Broken Soul
The way he speaks to me, just kills my soul in every possible way
Sometimes I just want to rip my own heart out, and throw it in the fire
For the way, a son speaks to his mother truly crashes broken glass
The way he doesn’t know me by now, only shows he will never know me
His mind only acts like a child, while his words speak like an untrained beast
It makes the heat from my blood, boil into flames
My tears can no longer down power, only wish on a star
That my son will liquefy all this anger he carries inside
For it’s only a different person I see day by day
As I sit and pray everyday
Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2017
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