~My chard soul~
My chard soul is left smoking,
Feeling the heat has made me dead,
The simple pleasures of life stab,
And eat at me with disenchanted content.
All I ever wanted was to touch,
Your soul and feel your love again,
Locked in a cage like a rotten forgotten pet,
Thinking that love always has no kind of end.
Contempt seems to be your middle name,
Sorry that you forgot how to love again!
I give you my heart that slides slowly,
Through my gapping ate out hole,
But know my tears are falling like rain,
As I know where your mind always rolls!
You chew me up again and live me in the in between.
I tell you that I love you with every part of me.
You make sure to call him and rip out,
All that I am.
Inkmaster
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