Our Souls
Every word you say
Plays on repeat every day
Black eyes and busted lips
Are so much easier to forget
The love
The hate
The lies
The hows
The whens
The whys
Slowly our souls die
Copyright © Brandie Osborn | Year Posted 2017
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