Monday, July 5, 2010

Napkin Scribble #4

swelling like a chest full of pride 
except keep the P and take the -ride 
for it was pain that was filling me inside
- a cardiac war- the loss eating me alive- 
battle ground was the heart- no armor- no remorse- 
just scars- and it hursts- 
call this a broken heart
cause where I lost
someone won

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