Rotten Hearts

Rotten Hearts

Where the wind blows, the grass grows

I see you near, your eyes sting

my heart sinks , we live in fear

and when the door knocks my ears block

the sound of yesterday

my soul weeps my eyes seep

it is not okay

as the night draws closer and dawn is but a blur

I feel my skin crawling

and all I see is her

she stands with a razor and a beatiful face

I cannot but hate the bitter taste

foul stench of rotting hearts

and playing beating drums

we see nothing but the past

until it numbs

the dreams fixed my drink is mixed

the lake is far away

I will learn to return

the things I wish I'd say.

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PHILLYDREAMER 4 years ago from Lodi, New Jersey

This is a heavy burden to carry.

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