The things that you see.
The way that they act.
The truth lies beneath.
Look inbetween the lines to reveal the fact.
How could you know?
How could you tell?
You believe what you are told...
Thinking that is the truth as well.
See for yourself.
Ask for yourself.
When it comes to me,
there's so much more to be revealed.
I'm an internal man with many scars on my heart...
with no one that can heal.
Not much is said, but much is felt.
This I know,
I AM TRUE TO SELF!
~Flowriter
Just a place where I let my mind free to speak the innermost feelings and thoughts of my soul
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Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Have you seen my heart?
.
.
.
Have you seen my heart?
It’s no where to be found
I’ve looked high, I’ve looked inside
I’ve searched the ground.
It’s no where around.
I keep telling myself,
“one day it’ll show up”,
“it’ll come back”,
“it’s not too late”.
I’m starting to realize…
It’s too late for all of that.
The blood that is in my veins
that once caused my heart to thump.
Now, flows into an abyss,
A bottomless pit
That the deepest cut could never fill up.
I try to tell myself to care,
Because maybe they do.
I attempt to believe that they need me.
But even a blind man can see
With all the years apart,
The void grew.
Plus, there’s the reliable,
The dependable,
The confidant
The new used to be you.
Whew…
Have you seen my heart?
I even tried to replace it with new, artificial means.
It’s a good strong heart,
Has good intentions,
But it doesn’t stop the hope
And never-ending the dreams.
The loss I have.
The memories I console
The decisions and trades I made.
Have me less than whole.
Have you seen my heart?
~Flowriter.
.
.
Have you seen my heart?
It’s no where to be found
I’ve looked high, I’ve looked inside
I’ve searched the ground.
It’s no where around.
I keep telling myself,
“one day it’ll show up”,
“it’ll come back”,
“it’s not too late”.
I’m starting to realize…
It’s too late for all of that.
The blood that is in my veins
that once caused my heart to thump.
Now, flows into an abyss,
A bottomless pit
That the deepest cut could never fill up.
I try to tell myself to care,
Because maybe they do.
I attempt to believe that they need me.
But even a blind man can see
With all the years apart,
The void grew.
Plus, there’s the reliable,
The dependable,
The confidant
The new used to be you.
Whew…
Have you seen my heart?
I even tried to replace it with new, artificial means.
It’s a good strong heart,
Has good intentions,
But it doesn’t stop the hope
And never-ending the dreams.
The loss I have.
The memories I console
The decisions and trades I made.
Have me less than whole.
Have you seen my heart?
~Flowriter.
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