Broken
I am sitting here just listening
Listening to the brutality
Of all that you are confessing
You say it is your love
That you are offering
But all I can see is your need to manipulate
And all I can hear is your words disintegrate
As they carelessy spill from your mouth
I keep waiting in the dark
Its not all that different
From the chambers of your heart
Sometimes I think I can still hear it beating
I should find this moment so liberating
But it is my guilt that keeps me confined
If only I could forget with the passing of the time
Copyright © Ivy Vann | Year Posted 2008
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