Love Cut's
Love cuts the deepest,
and clean to the bone.
It makes your heart weep,
and makes your soul moan.
It will rip you to piece's,
Then leave you alone.
Yes, love cut's the deepest,
and clean to the bone.
Oh, how to begin,
with no way to impart.
So much lies within,
this affair of the heart.
It's never a win,
if two hearts depart.
Yet, when does love end.
When will it re spark?
Love cuts the deepest,
I've been thru the throes.
it makes your heart weep,
and makes your soul groan.
It makes your mind scream,
No, I'm not made of stone.
Yeah, love cuts the Deepest,
Then soaks thru your Bones.
Copyright © R J. Elless | Year Posted 2022
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