Sunday 27 May 2012

Bruised

You'll find my heart got heavy
if you take the time to see
you'll find the air has left my chest
so hurtful now to breathe
The birdsong heard has ceased its tune
a moment to reflect
no way to run from this, the truth
denial so bereft
When tongues have failed
and utterance strayed
the gesture came to hold
but only there behind the eyes
the pain of this is told

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