My Heart
My heart is accustom to you being around,
it simply let's me know, your safe and sound
so pro-found, the love that we have
Because each and every dream, we did grab
my heart never has to wonder,
where thou hast went,
Blissfully an abundance of quality time
we have spent,
she was always there, never had to wonder
this love I feel, comes deep from under
Never-the-less,she makes my heart sing
never thought i'd be nursing, this distasteful sting
So I hurt,cause my heart is accustom to you
being around,now wrapped in sorrow
Null, and I can't hear a sound
Till then my flower, every second with you
I thought I'd devour,but now in my heart
Things seem sour,every second with you I thought
would be an hour,
So my beautiful tragedy,which i call her majesty
My heart is so mad @ me,
Be-cause I hurt it gradually
So in the future, can you treat my heart with kindness
Then in the future maybe God will Bless
Copyright © Selassie Howard | Year Posted 2010
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