My Wounded Heart
The wound to my heart was hurting so bad that it felt like
I was stuck with a knife, so deep that I cried
The wound is open now its leaking and I can’t control it
And hope it will make it because all this damage,
to my heart will cause it not to start
Then I met you with your mind, smile, and soul that poured unto me
It adhered to my wound and it started to heal from the inside out
Where the knife once stuck your name is branded on that spot
Now, I’m not afraid to let love beat throughout my heart
04/14/12
Copyright © Maxeen Dennis | Year Posted 2012
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