Pain is one thing that i carry in my heart. Wait--What heart?
The old me, the one with biggest heart in the world-- that was before the dogs got to it and used it as a chew toy. Destruction, Damage, Pain, Reconstruction, Destruction. That's how it goes all the time...an everlasting cycle, a pain filled process with never seems to end. I feel without a heart...i feel without compassion. I feel without love. I feel empty handed, i feel of a dark spirit that has taken over every painful aspect of my body; though i live for God, breathe his will, and understand his desire, profit, and testimony. Then why, if that so be the case, do i carry this long, rigid, hurt in my heart. When i desire something--someone, to understand, and love me on a level thats deeper than a friendship, but pleasantly less than just the physical. My heart aches, my mind races......lost for words, lost for time, lost for thought...i wish something--someone--anything---anyone with that loving touch will sweep me up and reunite my well being with the old me...the one with the biggest heart in the world.
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