The Heart Is It's Own Painkiller
The heart will mend itself
It is your mind you ought to worry about
For it is your mind where you hoard the memories,
Were You've filed the record of the one who scarred you
That still cuts deep as a dagger
Your mind will ruthlessly torment you day and night
Bring you to tears, crush you over and over again
Unless you unprison your mind by letting go
Whereas the heart is it's own healer
Copyright © Kumkazi Mhlongo | Year Posted 2020
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