The Wrenching Cries Inside
I try not to cry or leave with an open sigh.
Instead I hang on tight and cry on the inside.
I pry apart my feelings and reel in my line.
You were mine and feel the need to cry once more.
My tears pour out the heart inside everytime i hear your goodbye.
You arent mine anymore so i dont need these tears to pour no more.
Your love hit my heart hardcore and you ran outside the back door.
I picked up the phone asking for more love but you shot off your hate inside.
I began to cry and scream out loud but nobody could tell.
Inside i wanted to yell, but nothing came out.
My heart felt as if i was a horse mounting in place.
Suddenly God called out and said " Grab my grace!"
After all that I soon finished the race and you were behind me.
I climbed so high and the tears finally dried and i felt peaceful inside.
I didnt have to face her anymore so i turned around and slammed that door .
She had my hearts core, but not anymore.
Copyright © Melissa King | Year Posted 2018
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