Wounded Soul
You grew angry as i spoke
You beat me down with you words
as your hands left wepts on my body
The tears i held back burned like the
fury of hell for all to see
When they finally fell you just smiled at me
I grabbed the pillow in rage ripping it to shreds
I watched the feathers & cotton fall all over the place
In the crowded space
Disappearing leaving no trace
Copyright © Kay'sha Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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