Truer Words
Why must words never be so true?
Turning my skin from olive to blue,
From the cesspool of my heart comes pain,
It reeks with the stench of an infected vein,
Someone ought to come forth, break the vault,
Though from an introspective look, it was my fault.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2008
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