Twisted Heart
My heart is full of hatred
I want to make him hurt
This is not right
What did he do wrong
I must spread my wings and fly on
Love has a funny way of showing up in unexpected places
Sometimes it works
And sometimes it fails
Do I really know what loves is
Is it just lust settling in my soul
Am I addicted to passion that rips at my heart
Where is love that blossoms and lights and sparks
Copyright © Sarah Hall | Year Posted 2011
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