Behind these clenched jaws
and dagger-in-the-heart smiles
I have a voice
Behind the silent soft eyes
and lingering sadness in my being
I have a voice
Behind my pen that scribbles poems
for hearts in love or drowning in devastating doom
I have a voice
Behind the tints of pain in my ink
I feel for far and near
I have a voice
Behind all my words
said and unsaid, written and unwritten
I have a voice
Behind all that I seem
every judgement you make to break
I have a voice
If you knew, what I believe
you would know, I have a voice
Only if you opted to really listen
O-Outward she seemed fine and healthy
R-Really it was a dagger in the heart to hear!
P-Penetrated through the ovaries was a cancer cyst.
H-Happened that it was the size of a grapefruit before we knew
A-And it had metastasized so that numbered her days.
N-Now both of my parents have passed on, and I at the age of 43 am orphaned.
You know I thought you really loved me
How could you accuse me of the hear
Say and the rumors their spreading
Around behind my back...well you should
Know me better than that I guess you just
Don’t really trust me...did you ever really
Before well whatever I just don't really
Care anymore...
You've put me through hell to tell you
The truth, you’ve broken my heart
For the last time you're going to
So you're dead to me now you're dead
To me...
I can't explain the pain but it's mighty
Like a dagger in the heart, like a ghost
In the dark, you say you tried to be my
Friend but all I got was an enemy in the
End...so now you're dead like I said
You're dead to me!
I can't help feeling like a loner, someone who walks off and never looks back. I hate being ones donor, who always ends in a crack. It hits me with a dagger in the heart, I nearly die but I'm not able to drop. I let the pain tear me apart, knowing I won't be rescued and the pain wouldn't stop. Finally I felt relief in my veins, heading to a place I could call mine. I felt free without my chains, I finally crossed the line. It was much better to breathe, in this beautiful land I could call home. I wasn't the only one to leave, and the many fields together we would roam. As one we both died, and we would wake to the sunrise. Understanding where we needed to glide, we bid each other our goodbyes.
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