You Don'T Love Me
ever somewhere in my soul
it burns
the lashes of the whip
that forces me to learn
that i had touched
the thorn of your rose
the puncture was deep
and the sting still grows
part of my psyche
tries to forget
but the sting of the incident
is like the lash of the whip
into my ears the
loud pop went
when ever i'm reminded of the
message you sent
in shame i cannot look
into your eyes
they won't tell the truth
they'll only tell lies
how can i reclaim
my wondering soul
that refuses to leave you
even though i'm gone
and your soul that i thought
i had in exchange
suspiciously missing
isn't that a shame
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2012
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