Been sitting here along for quite some time now wondering if someone special may call but i never knew i had to jog my memory because i never was to fall for love that is and i never really planned seeing i've taken that road before and it never was the road for me to travel i've been shaken beaten stomped ripped apart and more. I had to fight cry and run run for my heart that is. To many rumors to many lies to many girls have i've had to despise and i jez dont have the time to relive the lie that love was jez a battlefield love is more than gentleman war more than a civil war its jez something more to it that man may not have an ability to elaborate. Its just something i can not do. Im not running and im tired of looking. My love life is repeating its self there for i kill it. But somehow she still lives and yearns for her match constantly and continuously everyday. She pushes and shoves my harder exterior out of the way, so now i hurt cause im permanently wearing my heart on my sleaves

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Spoken Words of Hurt
PoetryThis is a poem of a girl coming from a very broken place. There are more from me that are of the same genre.