Her Twisted Heart
It's mystical as the mist falls upon this
night, My heart is filled with a deep
pain that grips my soul so tight.
This heart has become so numb to
these feelings inside, I've gotten
really good at keeping them buried
where noone knows they hide.
To look through my eyes no soul
could you see, Just many masks
of what the pieces of my heart
once use to be.
In the silence of this darkness is
where my tears always run blood
red, As thoughts of death spin
around inside my head.
This woman once had a spirit filled
with a loving light gleaming, Her mind
filled with thoughts of the future she
must have been dreaming.
To many times she has trusted in love
but just gets burned, no more can her
twisted heart be turned.
Written By: Wilma S. Hill
copyright©November23,2006 |