How easy it seems to some
To vent thoughts that should remain
Deep within the locked treasure chest of bygones
What was shared belongs only to them
It should not boggle the minds of others
Hence, what thrives the blood
That flows within hard aching veins
Seems to delight the eyes of others
These hearts that reach and feed
From the hurt and pain, shame, guilt maybe
Who is is? What are their names?
Is it her, him or is it just a mind game?
How to know where the line ends?
Never mind, naughty you
Just smile and enjoy the words
The dizzy thrill of who knows when
What comes next, who knows?
But somehow will all care
This is what we paint with our words
A canvas of mixed blended shades
Hues of light and Shadow
Colors that fade away into mist
Alas, the need, how sweet it is
To see the thoughts of hearts smeared
Broken, torn, held by another, ripped apart
Breathe, mend my dear, only a strong one can
Words come and go, some linger, yes I know
Stand tall, smile and heal, this could be for you
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