You Hit My Heart Constanza
You hit my lone heart hard
It wreathes, breaks in pains
Sends boiling blood in the veins.
My mind makes tears from blood
A river flows in my burning eyes
The tormented soul silently cries.
You be assured, don’t be scared
The vile torture my mind forgets
My memory doesn’t keep what it gets.
I’ve made my bruised psyche ice cold
It would touch your inflamed sense
Your soul would freeze in repentance.
The anger my mind would keep on hold
Kindness in plenty I would bestow
Power of forgiveness you would know.
You hit my lone heart hard
My mind makes tears from blood
You be assured, don’t be scared
I’ve made my bruised psyche ice cold
The anger my mind would keep on hold.
November 17, 2017.
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