It Hurts
The tears that roll down my face burn like lava
When I wipe them away my heart starts to ache
It aches when I see his beautiful face
When I hear his smooth voice it feels like someone is stabbing me in my heart
As I write this I cry because my pen feels like rose thorns stabbing my hand
It hurts so much when I hear his name that I want to run and cry
When I think of the memories we had I just want to live in them forever
I want to do this but I need to forget what happened in the past and focus on my future
even though it hurts to know that I have to do so...
Copyright © Mary Jayne Budd | Year Posted 2011
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