To Win Or To Loose
To win or to loose
No matter we still end up bruised.
Broken little pieces of wood
Burst into splinters misunderstood
Tears warm and salty
Leaking as our eyes become faulty
Dis-function a term for the heart
Tainted with a sinful mark
Love a demand-er of fresh new blood
Washes over the soul like a flood
Promise always made in the moment
Then Broken trailing along torment
Lies are the new truth being hurled
Spilt and spewed from mouths twirled
Bitter not hateful yes this is me
One of the many souls lost at sea......
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