No matter how I scream
he'll never hear my voice
Gods let me scream freely
otherwise I'm breaking again
I wear my heart on my sleeve
I am an open book
right there for everyone to see
It is no surprise how easily
he could hold my heart
Too hard and too tight
bits and pieces falling away
Leaving but a bruised, tired muscle
They say that time changes
everyone
I wish for no change in him
but a stronger will for me
(04-02-2015)
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