Friday, August 2, 2013

Scars

The fight for love the emotion that was supposed to fit like
a glove. The moment when you're supposed to let go and im
supposed to hold on, you go on bringing up old wounds
things buried in my mind, but seem to resonate in yours.
My heart turned cold two summers ago, and yet Ive keep
you warm. What kind of man am I? don't give me love mixed
with hate and not expect the same fate. All men make mistakes
so should we all be burned at the stake??? The snakes slither
in the grass hissing venom in your ear. But when you use the
spot light they freeze in place like deer. Ive given up my life and my dreams
willingly, but I have to come home to you grilling me. Go, Walk away
leave me you don't have to please, I just want to walk the road of life
 with ease. How can you ask the question why don't you stay if every
moment your pushing me away? The scars of yesterday cant heal over
night, so don't push me away for trying to make it right.

BTT

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