My Heart's Still Sore
Your words are like red iron pokers,
Poking my heart ‘til I learn.
Though the argument was yesterday,
My heart still feels the burn.
The blow you give with your words,
Fills my heart with gore.
Though the argument was yesterday,
Today my heart’s still sore.
Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009
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