"emotional sea "
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Last published Fri, Jul 20, 2018
I open my heart for you to love me
instead you tore it apart
silently undermine my presence like a black knight.
all of my contentment is stolen like a thief of tithes.
Casting me aside withering on the vine.
feels like drowning in this vast emotional tide.
the twinkle in my eyes have disappeared.
only memories of love linger in my mind.
sailing on a ocean filled with tears.
Rejection claws at my heart like wild bears.
my mind is startled by these world cares.
it never seems to stop raining in my life.
Darkness is here to stay.
the forever nights won't change to day.
Emotions rumble, thumble like a bride running away.
I pray endlessly to be free.
Can't stop crying intermittently
hoping God will shine his light on me.
weary from this amorous battle.
intentionally vision a day of divine love.
which conquers for all the world to see.
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