When My Heart
When my heart spilled over
into the next day... it seemed
to weep it's own tears as if
years had passed it by with out
even saying good bye,and life seemed
so colored pink,... perhaps it was
the glasses of rose that laid
upon it's nose that made every
thing seem so over exposed...
When my heart spilled over
into the next day...it flopped
on it side as if it had died and
no one cared if it had cried,... out
about the many things it had witnessed
in doubt and words it had heard
that could make any sane person
scream and shout....
When my heart spilled over
into the next day....everything seemed
so gray, even the beautiful flowers that
bloomed in May could not shake the quake
that had taken over the day of pain
that would awaken inside the main frame
of mind in which my heart seemed unwind...in..
Copyright © Lashawn White | Year Posted 2005
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