Nagging
Nagging
Author Dana Redricks
December 05, 2014
Your words they are sharp,
And my head is pounding
As if it was about to split apart;
Every time you speak you break
My heart.
Never anything positive your
Words are filled with poison venom.
You’re like a viper trying to swipe
Every ounce of joy that I have, but
My joy you cannot have; my soul is
Not up for grabs.
My life is precious; valued more
More than every jewel.
Every day for me is a moment of renewal.
Copyright © Dana Redricks | Year Posted 2014
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