Injured Heart
Heated words streak cross my mindlike lightning cuts the sky
Nothing in them soft or kind
Remembering them I cry
Thrown viciously they pierce my heart
intentional I'm sure
Their aim is straight, I'm torn apart
From this injury no cure
Soft words spoken after death
will not revive this injured soul
Nothing short of loves sweet breath
will ever make me whole
So reach for me and hold me tight
Whisper words that heal the pain
Tell me it shall be alright
Make love to me again
Kevin Dustin
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