My heart is a traitor,
A prisoner always trying to escape it's cage.My mind is a warrior,
A soldier spurred on by it's rage.My body is a battle field,
Caught up in the crossfire.
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The word spill of a messed up mind.
PoetryAs the title suggests, its basically just a bunch of poems or snippets that pop up in my head. ❤ You are that best selling poetry I never got to write, but could only read and fall in love in love with. ❤
A never ending war
My heart is a traitor,
A prisoner always trying to escape it's cage.My mind is a warrior,
A soldier spurred on by it's rage.My body is a battle field,
Caught up in the crossfire.