Gone Away
Pain is a virtue,
It heats our blood
As it runs through or veins,
No one sees
What we be
When the pain is just too much,
It locks us in a state,
Where no one can enter,
The door is locked
You need a key,
But the key is my blood,
You already broke my heart
So go ahead
And take that too,
Who knows maybe,
In the future
You may see, your past mistakes
And your hateful spirit
Be gone away
Copyright © Tiffani Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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