Tuesday 5 November 2013

Return Unopened

The cracking sound of your own
hands breaking through your chest
To give your heart to someone
That  asked  for it.

When all you thought you saw shown

Was a dream that's been put to rest
Wondering what wrong I've done
To deserve such a hit.


The longest or deepest cut comes from trust
And bleeds before amend
Remember to protect from sign
I will make this vow.

Our failures or disappointments do not define us
But how we deal with them
I will rise from this in due time
Let it hurt for now.

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