MY BROKEN SOUL
I know how to,
Stand and fight.
I know how to,
Get through a
Lonely night.
I know how to cry,
And when to laugh.
I know the one,
Behind the mask.
I know how to win,
And how to lose.
I know how to hide
The pain and abuse.
I know when to go slow,
And when to go fast.
I know the higher you climb,
The harder the crash.
I know when to speak,
And when to be silent.
I know when to be calm,
And when to be violent.
I know when to go,
And when to stay.
I know how to handle,
A cold rainy day.
I know how to tell,
Right from wrong.
I know if you feed
the monkey,
You get King Kong.
I know how to be scared
And alone.
I know not to throw the
First stone.
I do not know how
to fill the hole.
A million little pieces.
is my soul.
Turbo1904 ?
Copyright © Debbie Middaugh | Year Posted 2024
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