Passions Bled
In Bled passing memories fade
was once known new has gone away
I've hurt you but I didn't cut you, yet you bleed
I offer myself compassion or rapping to stop the bleeding this I said
Perish the thought, that I would waver and in turn
Failed I fall down on my knees I plead, I so discern
I cut you, you bled I apologize, still you fled
you said
Now painful emotional physical lessons you've learned
you did not hold the knife they cut my heart
but yet instill we must part
So you bled I am not the one who cut your heart, passions bled
8/30/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
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