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.