Like The Skin On My Fingers...

Piece by piece,
I put my heart back together,
It was broken,
Beaten..

I start to think,
Of my wrong doings,
But i need to think,
About myself for once.

The shining light,
That was put upon me,
Has went out,
So i live in darkness.

Love was there,
Blooming and flourishing,
Now its dead,
Like the skin on my fingers..

Published June 22, 2011 Write a comment
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