Word of Heart

Through word of mouth I hear; That I am the girl you fear. Deep inside, your heart beats fast for my soul Faster than a NASCAR driver Or so I am told. Things like this confuse me so Make me wonder why you ever let me go I guess bad timing, Is all you can say, You still take my breath away My insides are mangled, and tattered and torn My heart is bruised It feels like thorns, I hold my composure well though I always act like things are swell Even, as I go through hell. A guard so highly raised that no type of love could surpass. Such a pretty face; Wears such a hideous mask She is constantly intruded With thoughts from the past She is letting life slip by her fast. Stuck in what seems like the same place forever She wants nothing more, Than to get better;